This is 35. My ponytail is not perfectly combed. Yesterday, when I returned home from work yesterday Morgan said Mommy you have to wear the birthday necklace, still not sure what is was but it didn't matter. She gave it to me, I'm wearing it. BTW, Yes, I went to work on my birthday. I was greeted with cupcakes from my mom and brother, the most beautiful flowers I've ever seen from the husband, my favorite sweets honey buns and Starbucks (he knows me well), Taylor wrote me a birthday song and sang it to me and she brought tears to my eyes with her heartfelt words of how she loved me so. After dinner the surprises weren't over, I opened the door for the landscaper who wasn't a landscaper after all, but a delivery man armed with warm freshly baked cookies and blue bell ice cream courtesy of my hubby and the girls. I think there goal was to help me gain more weight this year, lbvs. This is 35. Just like this imperfect picture, I'm imperfect. 35 won't be perfect either. You know what was perfect in this picture? My Happiness. 35 is happy. #embracing35
