Happy Birthday to me

Today was the day of my birth 38 years ago at Baylor Hospital of Dallas. I have inquired as to my birth story from my mom because while I'm sure I've asked over the years, I have never taken the time to write it down. You know the whole, "Oh, I'll remember THAT." Only to realize later that you've long forgotten what THAT was!

I asked my dad not too long ago how they chose my name and he said that he just kind of liked it. I like that answer. Short and sweet. Kinda like me - ha!


So far the day started well... Josh's dog, Sadie, stretched a little too much when she was waking up, got tangled up in the covers and fell out of the bed taking the monitor and the telephone with her. I was laughing so hard, I woke up Ben. It was just the sort of moment that seems to fill my life. And a constant reminder why I must laugh often... since these silly moments seem to be ever-present. To get upset with a drowsy dog who made me laugh would just be pretty pathetic, don'tcha think?


Typically, as a family we go out to dinner with parents and "celebrate" (so to speak) this day but tonight, I think I'm going to stay home... I like home. I'll have Andy grill some steaks and I'll make a big salad, some twice baked potatoes and asparagus.

I think, too, I'll make a cake and let the boys decorate it for me because... on your birthday, you have gotta have cake! It's a rule!

Right now it's peaceful in our abode. Ben is snoozing in the swing. Josh and Drew are decorating mini gingerbread houses and I'm coughing. Yeah, nothing like a little bronchitis for your birthday, huh? (It's not bronchitis, but it's enough of a cough to give our bladder a test!)

I logged into Facebook this morning and had so many greetings from my friends -- past and present. It's nice to know that people appreciate that you were placed on this planet... and it's a genuine sign of many lives you've (hopefully positively) impacted. I'm thankful for the gift of friendship so many have bestowed upon me.