I turn 39 today.
I didn’t really expect this to be how I spent my birthday evening, any year in my 30s, at least, not until I hit 35 or so. Then I knew what I wanted, and hoped. Til then, tho? My expectations included a stuff drink and some cake.
Now I’m getting snuggles from a curly-headed imp with her daddy’s blue eyes and really, I couldn’t be happier.
Well. I’ll be happier when Justin comes home with cake. But still. The cake is inevitable. Contentment is a choice.