As the years go by, the meaning of my "birth day" changes. When I was a little girl, a birthday meant PRESENTS. When I was a teenager, a birthday meant PARTYING. When I was in my 20s, a birthday meant... ok, partying. When I turned 30 last year, it was about both presents and partying (I see a trend here), but this year it meant something more. Suddenly I feel grateful to even have a birthday. To be alive. To live in a beautiful home. To share a life with my husband, our beagles and our son.
I am so thankful for my friends and family who shared birthday wishes on Facebook, in emails, text messages and phone calls today. But I want you all to know that I feel your love every day.
Today was unlike most of my previous birthdays; fairly ordinary in fact. I ate pancakes, went for a walk, bought a new juicer, went out for lunch, lounged on the couch, tucked my son into bed, went to a movie, ate some dessert, came home...and all before 11pm. But for me, it was spectacular. My present and my party was precious time spent with my family.
Happy Birthday to me!
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