at 8:05 in the morning, 32 (gasp!) years ago, my poor mother ended three days of labor, laboring through a nurse's strike, and an extra almost month of pregnancy by delivering a nearly 11 pound baby.
and that's how i roll, y'all.
today's my birthday. normally i am all HEY LOOK AT ME I'M THE BIRTHDAY PRINCESS! but this year, not so much. i'm not sure what's different, except that i am perhaps more happy and content with my life on this birthday than i ever have been.
i don't know that i could ask for anything more than i have. i am healthy. i am married to the love of my life and my very best friend--forever. i have jobs enough to keep us supported and they are jobs that let me use the skills that the Lord has blessed me with. i am surrounded by so many people who love me that i am honestly always astounded by the outpouring of it. my life is full and rich and i am incredibly happy with it.
my darling musicboy asked me what my birthday wish was last night. since i have nearly everything i could hope or wish for (except for maybe wii fit), i thought that i would think that i wanted to finally finish the phd or something similarly goal-oriented. maybe actually stop eating copious amounts of cookies and work out more. lose the weight i've gained since the wedding. find a way to balance all that needs to be done better. learn to make a cheesecake. you know, something wish-y.
not even close. i didn't even have time to think, really. when he asked me, the answer sprang to mind immediately. it was the very first thing that flashed into my mind, in such a spontaneous way that testified to its deep truthfulness, and it surprised me. genuinely.
it's my birthday. i'm certain this year is going to be a good one.