I'm not going to lie: I love my birthday. I feel special, and I like people telling me "Happy Birthday!" all day long. Maybe it comes from growing up an only child and being the center of attention, but whatever. I love my birthday.
Today may have been one of the top birthdays ever, if I don't count my kindergarten birthday when there was a magician at my party (and the magician was a girl- how cool is that). I ate cookies for breakfast and got to snuggle with both of my kids before they were good and awake. One of my sweet students gave me a birthday gift. That was a completely unexpected surprise. Students and teacher friends wished me "Happy Birthday" all day long. My phone was buzzing with texts continuously. I got roses from my boys aka Phillip, the brains behind that operation. When I checked facebook, a hojillion (that's a new number I just made up) friends had written on my wall. I didn't think it could get any better!
So I went to the gym and worked out, which kicked my rear, but in a good way. I thought the best parts of my day were done and it was time for a quiet night at home. Wrong!
Today may have been one of the top birthdays ever, if I don't count my kindergarten birthday when there was a magician at my party (and the magician was a girl- how cool is that). I ate cookies for breakfast and got to snuggle with both of my kids before they were good and awake. One of my sweet students gave me a birthday gift. That was a completely unexpected surprise. Students and teacher friends wished me "Happy Birthday" all day long. My phone was buzzing with texts continuously. I got roses from my boys aka Phillip, the brains behind that operation. When I checked facebook, a hojillion (that's a new number I just made up) friends had written on my wall. I didn't think it could get any better!
So I went to the gym and worked out, which kicked my rear, but in a good way. I thought the best parts of my day were done and it was time for a quiet night at home. Wrong!
I. Love. Cake. I won't tell you how many pieces I ate, but one person at the table did eat more than me. That was something I don't think I've ever seen happen. Perfect end to a perfect day? Not if you have a husband as cool as mine. This is what was waiting for me next:
That's not just any old sign duct taped up in my dining room. That is a sign made especially for me to run through. I had told Phillip a few weeks ago that I always thought it looked fun to run through a sign, but that I had never done it because I was a cheerleader so I was always holding the sign. So he had someone make me a sign. How spectacular is that?
I may have the most fantastic family ever, except for that one kid called me an old Grinch.
It was definitely a "King-Sized" day of blessings!
It was definitely a "King-Sized" day of blessings!
