Well, another birthday has come and is now gone. Each year flies faster than the last.
My husband made me a cake with chocolate and peanutbutter together (a combo he doesn't even eat). I totally skipped dinner in favor of cake. I worked, ran an errand by myself, took a walk, went to 4-H, had mail and phone calls from loved ones, hand drawn pictures from my littles, read extra chapters in my kids' chapter books and ate cake. A good day, indeed. These days I may be exhausted from keeping up with life's demands, I may have stains on my shirt, my house is not as clean as I'd like it to be and my body is definitely the aftermath of pregnancy still. BUT...I have these three kiddos and I am totally their world. 37 years old, my heart is happy and I'm feeling mighty blessed. Another year, another cake, I feel so fortunate.