My birthday is precisely one week after New Year's. Which means that, while most people are busy being nostalgic and making resolutions that one week earlier, I am very happy to totally ignore the importance of that holiday that I hate so, and make my own Start of the New Year my very own birthday. Handy how that worked out (thanks, parents!).
Which means that, now that I'm older, I always feel a bit pensive on my birthday. Thinking of what the past year has brought me, good (a new pregnancy, new family members and sleep, finally!) and bad (Sofia's terrible two's, loss, and all those months *without* sleep), and ruminations about my hopes and dreams for the next year. Health and true joy for my dear family, friends and myself, a healthy (and easy!) new baby and many continued chances to witness the twinkling, happy eyes of my Peanut and her Papa'.
I am lucky. I can't tell you how many times that thought goes through my head. I know I can complain a lot -- seriously, not sleeping just Grinches you out, there ain't nothing you can do about it -- but I am fully aware of my luck. And of my gratitude...at seeing another year, one bursting at the seams with such promise and hope, and of having people I love to share it all with.
So...well...Happy 37th (gulp) Birthday to Me!
3 comments:
You are lucky, but not as lucky as we are because we had you. Happy birthday, my wonderfully, sweet daughter.
You are lucky, but not as lucky as we are because we had you. Happy birthday, my wonderfully, sweet daughter.
Happy Birthday, Jodi, and may you and your family have a wonderful and joyous 2012 :)
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