In life, I'm a pretty jolly gal. I find plenty of things to laugh about and can usually see the bright side of any situation. But when it comes to my birthday, there's always this little ray of sadness that creeps up on me and before you know it, out of almost nowhere, comes the annual birthday cry. I've never been able to put my finger on it. I think maybe it's because time just goes by so fast and I'm sad that another year has passed by so quickly. Sometimes I get down on myself because I didn't accomplish some life changing feat like running a marathon (hahaha) or losing 100 pounds (bahahahahah).
Then I remember that I'm awesome. My life is pretty awesome. I have some really awesome friends. My kids love my birthday just as much as they love their own. A birthday is a perfect excuse to have Oreos and take a nap. Josh always tries to make the day special in hopes of preventing the inevitable.
I think this year I'm going to try really hard to skip the birthday cry. There's really nothing to cry about. Not even a little mouse poop in the birthday donuts.
