On Wednesday, I’ll be 34.
And since birthdays are all about indulgence, I hope you’ll forgive me if I indulge myself for a minute here. I promise there’ll be cake in it for you later. Just not the corner piece. That’s mine.
Pea Daddy and the girls have been trying to get me to tell them what I want for my birthday, but it’s nothing they can wrap up and tape their homemade card to.
They can’t buy what I want.
I want to shamelessly wear even more pink.
I want the patience to wait with a smile for shoes to be tied on their own, even if it takes twice as long as doing it myself.
I want to walk to the park, even if it’s chilly and rainy and my hair will frizz and my nose will run.
I want to go out for ice cream. I want to ruin my dinner.
I want to smile so big my eyes squinch up and if it gives me wrinkles. I want more smile lines.
I want to read one more story, even if it’s late and I’m tired and hoarse from doing the voices. I do the best grandma voices.
I want to continue to share my life here, without fear of judgment.
I want to continue to share my life here in a way that brings me joy and just maybe someone else too.
I want to concern myself less with myself and concern myself more with Truth.
I want to measure my success by how my husband, my daughters, that woman in the mirror and my Creator feel about me. And only by that.
I want to love this beautiful life even more.
And that is all I need.
Well, that and a homemade card.
And the piece of cake with the most frosting.
Thank you for reading. Thank you for letting me share.
Thank you for helping me grow.