It’s been a while since I’ve used birthday candles on my cakes, but if I did, I’d want one as cute as this (and flameless, lest I should set off any alarms)…
So, 36 just sneaked right up and bonked me on the head.
I honestly didn’t think about the fact that it is my birthday until I opened my Facebook page and saw the deluge of warm wishes from family and friends! I couldn’t help but smile as the emails, texts, phone calls, and Facebook wishes rolled in. Thanks, ya’ll!
It made me think of past birthdays.
When it comes down to it, age really is just a number.
25 sucked because I expected it to suck. It was one of the most miserable years of my life. I got what I expected.
Then, I started expecting more. 30 was awesome. I’d just married my best friend, and knew it was going to be a great year. It was.
35 was even better.
What matters is outlook.
I’ve often heard, “You get what you ask for…” and “Come expecting…”
I am doing just that.
Should Jesus tarry, I expect it to be my best year yet!
What age did you like being the most? What age did you like being the least?