Birthdays

Tomorrow is my birthday. I will be 35 (gasp!). Somewhere along the way, I'm not sure where or when, I lost my excitement about birthdays. It's not about getting older, because although I am getting older, I don't feel older. I think it's more about the fact that there's not the excitement or anticipation that one has as a child.

At the end of the day, it's just another day.

There really aren't any surprises to be had. I love surprise, I love the thought that goes into them, and the planning...and my family, immediate and extended just aren't that way. I have to want something and I have to tell them, very clearly, either that or it's forgotten about altogether.

Whining over!

I have so much to be grateful for. I have a wonderful husband, who I love with all my heart, and the most amazing children. I have a wonderful group of friends and we live in a nice house and I get to be with my children every day. I am so rich in so many ways.

The time we have is precious and I don't want to waste it. We don't know how much longer we, or any of our loved ones have on this earth. I am so happy for the gift of love. I well up with emotion when my children tell me they love me, and I will never stop telling them I love them. That is one of the greatest gifts my husband has given me, the ability to speak the words

"I love you!"