i don't care how old you are...

when your mom and dad call you first thing in the morning, sing Happy Birthday to you, remind you for the 38th year in a row of the snow and ice and how cold it was in Mississippi the morning you were born - it's a good day. a very good day.

and i don't care how it sounds, i still love it when my momma tells me, "i love you sweet baby."
i still love it when my dad reminds me of the childhood story he's always told me about finding me at the hospital in this big box. like i was a gift.


i love it when my hubby and kids bring me chocolate cake, candles, wine, a bubble bath and give me a new massaging desk chair. (woohoo!)

i am loved. i am spoiled. i am needed and wanted.
it's how everyone should feel on their birthday.