I love my birthday. I love the opportunity for beginning a new year...leaning ever closer to older and wiser. I keep believing the older is worth the wiser.
My little husband always makes my birthday special. He buys the BEST cards and puts them where I can find them unexpectedly. He loves me. I got flowers at work...and new scissors! He pays attention when I mention things I need. He loves me.
My bestest friend, Stevie, got me a subscription to Mollie Makes...my newest guilty pleasure. And there was the gift card to amazon.com and the Happy Birthday sign hanging on the chalkboard this morning. This weekend I got a cool wool purse that everyone thinks I made...I should just let them think that, right?
Another year full of promise and possibility....love and learning...joy and peace. What's not to love about that?
Born in 1956 and turning 56....hmmm...that won't happen again.
Yep. Happy birthday to me!