Yesterday was my birthday: #45. When I called my twin
sister to wish her a happy birthday, she reminded me that I’ll always be older
than she is. She does enjoy those extra six minutes of youth. Gotta love little
sisters.
I asked my mom how she felt having a 45 year old and she
said it didn't seem possible. Michael turned 21 last week; I completely
understand how she feels.
It was a regular Wednesday with Bible study and soccer
and youth group – no time for a formal celebration, but everywhere I went,
people wished me a happy birthday. That was very, very fun!
I also got a bazillion Facebook “Happy Birthday” notifications.
Each message was a reminder of friendships, old and new. What a lovely thing to
think about – I don’t think I’ll skip wishing someone HBD on FB again.
Sean and Michael were both out of town yesterday and I
heard from them via text early in the day. But by 3, I still hadn't heard from
Amy. I was beginning to think she forgot when I saw her blue Camaro driving up
the street.
Her present to me:
She does love me. She really, really does.
Mrs. 45-Year-Old spent some time listening to Miss 19-Year-Old's favorite album, with the volume very, very loud:
Look at that temperature: 63! It was a beautiful, sunny day! No snow in sight. What a wonderful birthday gift.
After youth group, Amy, Rebecca and I went for a birthday ice cream. Missed the boys, but it was a great time with my girls.
Thanks for all the FB love, in-person hugs and well-wishes. For being a normal, hump day birthday, it was pretty grand.
Happy birthday to me!
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