Yes, that’s cute little me. But if you’ve met my younger son, there could be a mix-up (minus the dress and pigtails).
I’m celebrating my birthday. I’m thirty-one today. I love my birthday. I don’t mind one bit that my age now has a three in front of it. I feel braver, more confident, more satisfied than I ever have. I still love to dream of the future, imagine what I might be or do someday; but I’m no longer living each day for the future. I feel content to live now and content to keep on dreaming.
My guys are cooking a delicious dinner for me. After dinner and cake, we’re headed to the park. I’ll finish the day with the novel that Hubby and my boys picked for me. Perfect.