Have I ever mentioned that for an entire year, I had my age wrong? As in, I thought I turned 39 last year? And that I kept telling folks I was 39 up until someone who knew better overheard me and corrected me? I don't think about it much, I guess.
But I'm straight now. And so I can finally report that my last birthday as a thirty-something-year-old did indeed happen (right? I think I'm right) and it was really nice. I was awoken with a cupcake and heard from lots of friends and family. Thoughtful notes and emails peppered my day, making sure I was smiling (I was). And of course, plenty of snuggles from these munchkins made me feel extra special...
as did receiving a gift certificate to a local yarn store and several craft books, including this one (!)...
I am one happy birthday girl. Who is about to gain 20 lbs. from cake pop mania because I'm totally going Julie/Julia Project on this book. Hope you have a wonderful weekend.
Sandra