Happy Birthday to ... Me

I am allowing my birthday to slip through my hands.

I arrived home this morning from Budapest, Hungary with 3 sweet baby girls and my Chris waiting to celebrate my day. My day was ushered in by a waterfall of balloons being poured down on me from the top of the stairwell.

I was then brought to the table that was set for a traditional Austrian breakfast, gifts surrounding my plate, and red roses decorating the center of the table. As we lathered our rolls with butter and jelly, I unfolded the events of my weekend get-a-way.

I promptly headed upstairs for a movie in bed ... in which I fell asleep ... for several hours.

I know am in the process of eating a piece of homemade chocolate cake and settling in for another movie.

I pushed aside the self-imposed agenda of trying to do something or go somewhere to make my day "special" and rested in the fact that being with those I love the very most in the world, doing pretty much nothing at all ... is making this day what it should be ... perfect!

I loved being loved on ... and feel grateful for this special day!