It's My Birthday

No need to cry though. Even with Jeff far, far away I had a smashing birthday, thanks to my girls. Mandy was able to surprise me with a cake, lit up with candles and presents. Lily sang Happy Birthday to me. And we had a really lovely day.

Now that I am 37, I feel better than ever. I haven't gotten old enough to feel old. Life just seems to keep getting better every year.

I was trying to explain that to Mandy. To somehow tell her that when I was her age (15) I was so uncomfortable in my own skin. Now - I am, by societies standards, old and fat - yet I feel really good about myself. Then - I was young and thin, by anyone's standards, and I felt so ugly and unimportant. Weird. After having that conversation Mandy pointed out how much self esteem our Lily has, yes - she loves herself best, my sweet Lily.

Poor Lily I am always picking on her. Secretly I am so jealous of her love of life and and her love of herself.

I spent the day with friends, at the playground. I was a dutiful friend holding the new baby, listening and chatting. After awhile, my inner child got out, and I played with the kiddies. It started innocently enough, pushing the little ones on the swings. Then, I got a little crazy and I was running around, yelling and even climbing through the tunnels and sliding down the slides. I love having a little one. I am glad that I have a little one and can therefore still play at the playground. Must have given the neighborhood a good laugh to see me playing like that, but they see it everyday so they should be used to it by now.

Now you know what a dork I am, but it is my birthday so you have to be nice! I apologize for all the commas, it is late and I can't sleep due to the lack of husband, but my brain is not working at 100%.