So, something crazy happened last weekend. On the 24th, to be exact.
I had a birthday.
Usually, as is my custom, I find that birthdays suck. Espesh now that I'm...gulp...in my 40's. After days of telling my kids I was turning 38 (again), I knew I had to buck up. Break my Emo tradition of being all, woe is me, I'm old and wrinkly.
I'm 41. There I said it.
|Birthday love: Boifromipanema made me this cake with a rude slogan.|
My day started with waking up to discover Michael strung the birthday lights for me.
Then I watched a lovely video by Maya in the Moment, also known as The Love Song Girl. She sang happy birthday to me on her ukelele!
I was feeling the love.
So much so that I didn't mind that my cake read, "You're old. Sorry!" I realized that having a good attitude about growing older and being thankful for my loved ones helped me enjoy my special day.
Thanks for all of the birthday wishes!