It’s my birthday today.
Now I’ve reached an age where I should probably grumble, whine and moan about that, but frankly I’m not going to.
I’m 48 today. And I don’t have a problem with that. I love my life now. I love what I do, I love my family, I love where I’m at now. I have no complaints. I have a wonderful husband who loves me, 3 beautiful children I adore, a few dogs (okay maybe I’d like one more *g*), a writing career that thrills me and the best friends and family online that I could ever ask for.
Being alive and celebrating this day is the best gift I could ever receive.
I’m one happy camper (and no, I’m not on Prozac *g*)