Today I have officially entered into my late-twenties. Pretty crazy to think that I'm now that old. :) David has asked me repeatedly over the last couple of days, "So Mommy, when are you going to be 25?" To that I had to reply, well, David, that time has already passed. At least Uncle Dunny will be turning 25 this year, so he'll have someone at the age that he must think is nearly perfect.
My birthday has been great though. The boys made me breakfast in bed--scrambled eggs, toast, orange juice and a Mexican mocha. Apparently David thought that he needed to be fully responsible for making his Mommy's breakfast. Rob let him be the one in charge of making the toast, but after about 2 TBSP. butter being not completely spread on one slice of bread, Rob decided that he'd step in and help. It was wonderful being woken up by an extremely energetic and excited 4-year-old (and a 22-month-old who thought that his Mama's scrambled eggs were for him--little mooch!). :) David has also made it a point that anyone he talks to knows that it's his mommy's birthday. A little embarrassing for me since he also has to tell them how old I am this year, but it's wonderful news for him. His excitement is contagious.
After breakfast, we ran a host of errands--Lowes, church, Kroger, the pet store, came home for lunch, looked at a couple of potential houses to rent, went to the park, had dinner, then Rob took the boys with him to pick up our babysitter, Meghann, so I could get ready for our "date" to the movies. We saw The Pink Panther with Steve Martin. Talk about hilarious!!! I laughed so hard that I literally was afraid of peeing my pants! Guess that's what I get for drinking a big ol' Diet Coke while watching the movie, eh? :)
Birthdays are fun though. Fun times with my family. Fun to have a day just for me. Fun to get completely spoiled. Not only are they fun, they're also semi-reflective. I've taken moments to look back at who I am. Where I've come from. Thinking and wondering what God has in store for me next.