Now, I get it. I know that the best gifts, the ones that really matter, don't come in pretty little packages. They are given to us in moments, seconds even. True gifts, are the memories we keep with us forever.
Gifts, like listening to my one year old sing happy birthday his way.
Gifts, like my daughter whispering that she loves me too.
Gifts, like my oldest reaching out to hold my hand.
At 33, I know how good I have it.
I get to live each day with my soul mate.
We have been able to create, carry, and give birth to three, perfect little babes, without even the tiniest problem.
I know the small things I love,
Like seeing a front porch light on, on a rainy afternoon.
The smell of snow.
At 33, I think when I look in the mirror, I am starting to see more of who I am, and less of what I look like.
So, today is my birthday. Yes, it is.
This is going to be a good year.