Yup it's the big 2-3. Ok, 23 isn't that big a deal. And birthdays seem so much less important to me now that I have kids.
Don't get me wrong, I love to be spoiled, eat cake, and open gifts.
It's just that birthdays have lost their splendor.
This could be because my birthday doesn't always bring good omens.
I've had 2 wonderful men pass away on my birthday, I buried my grandmother on my birthday, had a friend get in a car accident (she was, thankfully, unharmed). To say the least, I do not always look forward to my birthday.
But this year I have 2 wonderful children who love me and depend on me and an incredible husband who loves me and took the kids so I could "sleep in" a little. I have an amazing family and great friends.
To say the least, I am blessed.
So happy birthday to me!
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