Yesterday

Yesterday, I turned 32 years old!  I am not one to get torn up about aging but I will say that I do get a little emotional on my birthday because I just start thinking about my previous birthdays.  In my 20's they were all the same.  Parties, green beer and fun with friends and family.  The last few years were a bit different.    

In 2011 I was pregnant and had a horrid headache the entire day (well really the thing lasted a good 3 months) but it really didn't matter.  I was finally pregnant and life was fantastic!  I laid in bed most of the day with my hands on my belly...thinking about the baby, talking to the baby and drifted in and out of happy happy sleep.  

In 2012 I woke up on my birthday to this beautiful sight.  

I remember Lonnie and I got a babysitter that evening and went downtown to the World's Short.est Par.ade.  We stayed all of 30 minutes because I got emotional and wanted to come back home and be the one to put Blakely down to sleep for the night.  I cried happy tears while she nursed and I ended up falling asleep in the bed in her room while watching her sleep.   

I found out the day before my birthday in 2013 that our 4th IVF had failed.  I was very sad about that of course but was easily cheered up by these two smiling faces.  

We went to the pet store and the park.  I put her down for the night and snuck back into her room an hour later and slept in her bed.  

Yesterday I woke up to the sounds of a giggly toddler which then turned into a very loud version of Happy Birthday to Mommy!  We took her bowling for the first time and had a blast.  We went and ate amazing greasy Mexican food that we never eat and all three of us loved every second of it.  

When Lonnie had asked me what I wanted to do for my birthday last week I couldn't think of anything better than bowling and dinner with my two favorite people.  I let Lonnie put her to bed while I enjoyed a glass of wine.  She must have known about our tradition because at about 1 am she woke up crying and saying that she wanted to sleep in her pink bed with Mommy.  So we did.  We snuggled all night and she woke me up with kisses this morning.  

Sure, I am Irish and born on St. Patrick's Day but that is not what makes me lucky.  These two people I am sharing my life with are what make me lucky.