It’s a very strange thing not waking up on your birthday with your family.  I am a family-birthday-tradition kinda girl.

So, this being my first birthday not waking up with some member of my family?

A little strange.

Also?  On each birthday I cry, except last year.  Last year was the first year I didn’t cry.  I can remember the evening vividly.   Brian, the kids and I,  all met our real estate agent at our dream house before going to dinner with my parents.

We had found the house that would fit the babies in my belly, Ariel and Racecar, my husband and I, for a very long time.   We bought the house in July.

During the day, the kids and I had lunch with my soul sister, it was a great day.  I can remember laying in bed and just feeling so fulfilled and so hopeful.

This year, I’ll probably cry.  Not because I don’t feel fulfilled, because even though this year has been, well, this year, I still have more blessings than I can count.  Now, more than ever, I realize the fragility of these blessings.  I know what I have and it’s all I want.

So for MY birthday, think about all YOU have, be grateful, roll around in it.

Count your blessings.

I bet you’ll lose count.

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