Thirty-Five

It's much more fun to write about my son's birthday than it is to write about mine. 35. Hmm. I have to be real honest--today wasn't all sunshine and roses. Parts of it were hard. My kids woke up crabby. Feeding them didn't help. Neither did getting out of the house. They fought and bickered and whined...and I wanted none of that on my birthday. I wanted a special day. A day to feel appreciated and celebrated. I mean, a girl only gets one birthday a year, and I am the lady of the house and all! *sigh* When I had enough of my boys and their fighting, I fixed lunch for them at the table...and took my lunch to my room. Okay, so that sounds childish--but at the time it sounded like a great idea. I took my unopened birthday cards with me and enjoyed a few moments of peace. After lunch I sat down with each of my boys and we prayed for a "do-over." I desperately needed God to redeem this day. He is Faithful, and from 2:00 onward I had a great birthday. :)

I received lots of texts, emails, phone calls, and facebook messages from friends and family today. I loved each one, and feel blessed by them all. Derek took us out for supper and when we arrived, we discovered kids 12 and under eat free on Mondays after 5:00. Hooray for a cheap birthday supper! This evening I sat on my deck in my new chair, directed Aaron and Kaleb to their dad when they decided to bicker in my presence, and rejoiced in the ability to do so. I caught up on the newspapers and had a great phone chat with my brother. Here at the computer with a piece of blueberry pie, my version of birthday cake, I've decided turning 35 might not be so bad after all. :)