It's official, I'm 31.

You know, I was going to bitch and complain a little about getting older and all that hoo ha. But after celebrating my birthday with lots of my favorite people this past week (and Lori tomorrow) and having a wonderful dinner with my family all I can really say is that I'm blessed. I'm really lucky to have good friends who care enough to celebrate my birthday in real life and virtually. I'm lucky that they call from across the country to sing to me and send me good wishes. I'm lucky that they get me gift certificates to the local fabric store because they know I'll love it. Or give me one of their favorite books that helped to shape their own life. I'm lucky that my daughter made me cupcakes all by herself (they were delicious by the way) and that my son sang me his version of Happy Birthday (it was beautiful). I'm lucky to have a husband who buys me cool chickens and in-laws who are so generous. I'm also lucky to have parents who live close, are waaaaay too nice to me and somehow managed to forgive me for my teenage years.

And reading this, I realize it sounds like bragging or gloating over the material possessions I received which is not what I want to do. I just want to say whole heartedly to all my loved ones Thank You! Not for all the kind and thoughtful gifts but for being a part of my life. I really am the lucky one because I have all of you in my world.


But next time I swear, there'll be lots of bitching about gray hairs, ankle fat and being too tired to craft.