It’s my birthday. I have to change my age over there on the right from 40 to 41. I’ll get around to it, no rush…
It’s been a decent morning. Pat woke me up and made me smile with a “Happy birthday, girlie.” All three kids wished me happy birthday and so far they’ve kept from beating on each other (checking the time… 9:30am. Not bad.) They made me a batch of brownies yesterday but I’m not allowed to touch them till they can put a candle in tonight and sing happy birthday (torture for me to have brownies just. sit. there.)
My parents are coming by, bringing sandwiches for lunch. The weather is ick but supposed to brighten up a bit.
Despite the mini-midlife crisis I’ve been fighting off, I feel pretty darn lucky today. I have a wonderful husband who really loves me, and three awesome sons who I know will always be there for me. Both my parents are still healthy and active. I have family & friends I can depend on, and I have my eye on the future. I’ve actually made progress with my baby-step movements ahead.
So, my 42nd year will be a good one. I can feel it. And if anyone tries to wreck it, look out.
Happy belated birthday! I meant to leave this the other day when I wrote, but I’m way past 40, or even 41, so I forgot.