Today is always the best day of the year for me. I'm vain that way, but I do love my birthday.
It is one day in the year that is devoted to just - me. And I work so very hard every other day of the year that I'm not shy about claiming this day for me.
I took my kids and we went to buy cupcakes.
And I got beautiful flowers, funny, snarky cards, Limoncello soap and a gift card from my son, lunch out from my daughter, ballet classes from my mom, dinner and a movie from my husband, a set of FOUR titanium and crystal martini glasses from my girlfriend, and this tremendously awesome coupon book from my youngest.
She informed me that she would give me a free spell - I thought maybe we were going to have a spelling bee (we've been watching Akeelah and the Bee in the evenings), but nope. She's offering to place a spell on anyone I want. I'm a little bit skerred.
I'm super sad, because when we were cleaning out my father in law's room, I found a note that he'd written to himself, that had today's date on it, circled and a reminder to order flowers for me. I really miss him, and Joann. I'm trying to remember the good, and today has been a very good day.