Birthdays are as different as the individuals that have them. From lavish parties, surprise parties, and lots of gifts, everyone has different wishes. I'm not sure why they are important because everyone has one.
For me it's simple. I love birthday cards, I want them to arrive through the week. On my birthday, I wake up to my world without drama. I hear Austin stretching and ready for another day, my husband putting a pot of coffee on, and I feeling renewed. A prayer of thanks crosses my lips. I don't need much, but what I get are small love gifts from John. This year it was flowers, peeps, chocolate covered marshmallow eggs, and a cake. Supper was my choice and I chose pizza at a real pizza place. Veno's was my choice. Be still my heart the pizza was the best ever.
I don't like people at work knowing it's my birthday, why you ask, because if I have a good day and everyone respects me, it's a great day. I had a great day at work. What a birthday.
God bless those who travel through my little blog.
Carol
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