Deliciosity

I have the most wonderful family! Yesterday was my 40-something birthday (ok 44-eeekk!) and what girl could ask for more than a box of GIANT chocolate covered strawberries?! My mouth is watering just thinking about them! It was the perfect gift (along with several others) to end a deliciously lovely day. Lunch with my sister and comrade in arms, lazy afternoon, dinner of which I had to neither prepare or clean up, and an evening filled with Grey's Anatomy. I finally collapsed into bed with a cheshire cat grin on my face! Pure bliss!

I used to hate birthdays. Not just for the fact that it meant I was one year older, one year closer to the geriatric club, but because I always felt like it was the one day when everyone felt obligated to honor me. It was a waste of time, in my opinion. I made Jay suffer endlessly with my whiny complaints about the falsehood of the day. Even after I had my own children, I always felt let down and disappointed when the birthday came to a close. I know, I know, that sounds incredibly selfish and callous, but it was true. No matter what efforts my family went to, I would plaster my face with a fake smile and pretend to be excited about the day honoring my birth, all the while wishing the day could simply pass without any fanfare. Somewhere along the lines, though, something changed. Maybe it was me. Maybe with age truly does come wisdom? My attitude over the last few years has softened and now I cherish each new year. I treasure the sweet, tender moments when my children smile that sheepish smile and give me a birthday hug and kiss. I soak up every happy vibe that emanates from my family and friends. I've learned to look at it as a day to recognize the blessings of my life and to be truly grateful. Thank you, everyone, for the love and especially for the chocolate covered strawberries!