Today is my 34th birthday. Yikes, am I really that old? Really? Yes, it's true. I'm just trying to go with the flow. And if I live to be 100 (as I plan to) then my life is just over 1/3 of the way done. So, c'est la vie. Anyway, I didn't really want to blog to lament the fact that I'm getting older I wanted to blog about how cute my kids are because as Matthew told me this morning after he apologized for not getting me a gift he said that the best gift he could give me would be to be a good person since I am the one who gave him life. Too true. And so sweet. And Colby sang me "Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday" all by himself.
It's a lego creation that they built, h b m, it stands for Happy Birthday Mom!
Then Gracie gave me her gift, a memory box.
Dang these photos that won't rotate! Why will some do it and others won't!?
Leave it to Gracie...
I can store all my special keepsakes in here.
I feel so loved today, the kids all want me to have a special day, they let me sleep in with minimal interruptions- they even waited so patiently to eat their breakfast since we had donuts and they couldn't eat them without me. I love these kids, they are my best gifts!
(I'm sad that Kris had to miss all the festivities, I'm glad he went and got the donuts this morning before work. He has to leave for work at 6:20 and I sure didn't want to wake up at 6 on my birthday, or wake up all the kids for that matter. Love you, Babe!)