So, this is what 40 looks like. Actually, to be completely honest, it looks like this minus the hair. We had a date night the other night and I decided to "wig out". (ha!) It was nice to blend in, but man, the hair was not all that comfortable.
Here's me and my man. A full stomach makes him very happy.
(My eyebrows are starting to come in...can you see them?)
On Saturday, we went to Mom and Dad's house and they grilled quite a meal for us. Yummy! Thanks Mom and Dad!
My brother taught us a new way to eat a cupcake. I suggest you try it the next time you are given the opportunity. It turns the ordinary into the extraordinary. Really, it seems ridiculous, but, I dare you to do it, it's life changing. Well, not really, but it will change the way you eat a cupcake. It's more fun too!
My actual birthday started off with Little Miss and E singing Happy Birthday while Vic carried over the usual birthday breakfast...cinnamon buns with a candle. At that moment, I knew it was going to be an emotional day. I think all birthdays cause me to be reflective, but yesterday, even more so. Vic thought I was upset that I was turning 40, but really, it was the opposite.
The only thing I could think of while my kids sang was how grateful I was that I made it to 40, and that they could sing to their Momma...thank you GOD!
When initially getting diagnosed with the Big C, your own mortality is at the forefront of any thoughts...
Commercials like these were stuck in my head each time someone wished me a happy birthday and I got emotional every time.
And outside of church, when Sister Cecile, who was celebrating 60 years of religious life, hugged me and told me she prayed for me everyday, I could barely compose myself. I'm one more of the birthdays being celebrated, and I'm quite certain, I won't take that for granted anytime in the near future.
The more you praise and celebrate your life, the more there is in life to celebrate.
Oprah Winfrey