For all of one week, my husband was married to a younger woman.
Forget the cheesecake and the ice cream cake. I wanted a girly cake.
I also got 11 handmade cards, created just for me by each of my babies.
My husband even surprised me with a gift.
I say *surprised* because I had asked for something else – something unwrappable – and he’d agreed. But surprises are really nice.
Especially when that surprise is a tripod, which means you won’t have to haul a ladder around in the woods to stabilize your camera for fantastical shots.
Anyway, despite the fact that my youth is now firmly in my rearview mirror, it feels okay to officially turn one year older.
Surrounded by my kiddos, with our sweet Clementine on the way… I might even say, it feels good.
P.S. Another thing that made me feel good about my birthday was your sweet, sweet birthday wishes on Facebook. I wasn’t able to reply to every one, but I read them all. And I smiled a lot. Thank you.
P.P.S. The unwrappable gift arrived a few days later. And will be the subject of another post – soon.