It is funny how the older we get the less our birthday means to us. I am now 35 and no I don't think that is old. But it is funny how the little things are the things that mean the most. Every year since I was born my mom has played "The best gift" by Barbara Streisand on my b-day. She will call me and say nothing but the song is playing. Don't bother talking she won't talk back just let the music play. I love it! Traditions are a wonderful thing.
My brother flew in on Tues and had to fly out on my b-day. But this is the 2nd year in a row he has been here for my b-day. We all went to dinner last night and he came by this morn for a little bit before he flew out. It is sure nice to spend time w/your family even if it is a small one.
My kids all did s/thing for me. Corrin made dinner and dessert all on her own. The best part was she didn't even have to be asked. Connor went w/his Grandma a week ago and got me some perfume he knew I really liked. He thought it was a huge secret even though Grandma had let on but I kept up the ruse. His heart was what won me over. Ian gave me one of his fave hot wheels and a hacky sack ball and he wrapped them himself. Also a book he made at school that he read to me. Kolette made me 2 pictures that she had wrapped herself too. But I gotta say the hugs and kisses were my favorite parts.
Nope I don't mind birthdays as an adult b/c what gifts mean the most aren't the ones you can buy in the store you only find in the heart of s/one you love.
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