Thirty one

I know a lot of people have trouble with getting older. I'm not one of those people. I have found the older you get the less important your birthday is. It's just another day. I don't feel any different then I did last night when I was still 30. I figure my year will be much the same as last year. Their will be days when I fell like I'm still in my 20's and days that I feel 80, like today. I am a little sad that Jeremy won't be here today but then I think about the fact that he won't he home for Alissa's 4th birthday in 2 weeks either and I am more sad for her. My friend was very sweet to me yesterday and took all the kids for a few hours. While she had them they made a cake for me. It was very yummy, and still warm when we ate it. I got orange roses yesterday too. It was exciting to get home and see the box on the porch. I though they were from my hubby. I have to admitt I was a little disappointed when I opened them to find out they were from my Dad instead. Jeremy would have gotten me white. Their my favorite. So anyway, Thank you Mom for induring nine long months of pregnancy and labor and delivery to bring me into this world on this very day 31 years ago!