My Birthday!

My one and only birthday wish to was to run away.

I was tired of the schedules, the meal prep and cleaning, the errands, the nagging.

I needed to remember what it was to just be me.

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I just wanted to stay in bed until I wanted to get out, 

I wanted to eat when I was hungry, and just go where I wanted when I wanted.

No schedule.  No pressure.  No obligations.

No responsibility.

and boy-howdy did Jotham ever deliver!

He was so good to treat me, starting with a live performance of Wait until Dark at the Hale  Theater in SLC.  Its been such a long time since I've seen a really good non-musical production.

We stayed at a cute little air-bnb, it was quaint, simple and the perfect escape.

The next day after a lazy morning in bed, we did a fun little hike above SLC called the Living Room. 

I'll need to take the kids back and do that one.

After a birthday lunch at Taco Time (my favorite), Jotham was trooper as we stopped at all the home and kitchen stores all across town in search of the elusive red salad plates I dream about. 

And then that night we went dancing at the Murray Arts Center.

The last time I went dancing at the MAC (almost 20 years ago) we were still dating.

He'd proposed once already and was patiently waiting for me to make up my mind.

On that particular day, I'd spent a considerable amount of time pondering on whether or not I wanted to become the future Mrs. Jotham Hatch. During my downtime at work, I'd covered paper, after paper, practicing the new and possibly shorter version of my name.  I'd signed it for the UPS drop off, I'd plunked it out on the typewriter, the computer, and the label machine, time and time again, trying to wrap my head around what life would be like as "Jamie Hatch"

Back then, (and still today,) as you walk in the door, you are given a raffle ticket and asked to sign your name, and instead of scribbling Jamie Robertson as I had for my whole life up to that point, I reverted to the name I'd practiced all day and mindlessly wrote Jamie Hatch on the ticket and threw it in the basket.   

Instantly realizing my blunder, I went back to the basket to retrieve the misleading ticket, and Jotham caught me red handed. This indecisive girl who couldn't make up her mind about getting married just wrote his name after hers. Embarrassed? Yes, I was definitely embarrassed.  But, on the plus side, it must have given him some hope as he patiently waited a few more months for me to decide I wanted to officially become Mrs. Jamie Hatch.

But you know what? Life as Jamie Hatch...

I have no regrets... its been a pretty sweet ride.

Despite all the schedules, the meal prep and cleaning, the errands, and the nagging.

I love it, especially when I get to run away with Mr. Hatch for my birthday.