A couple of weeks ago, I turned thirty-five. Birthdays as a mom aren't quite like birthdays when single or married without children, but they are equally good. Instead of sleeping in or going out for a fun dinner date, the kiddos wake you up even earlier to celebrate more hours of your special day with shouts of "Happy to you!!" from Sophie, and "Let's eat cake!" from the boys.
We celebrated with our favorite strawberry cake, and Jeremy ordered in Chicago pizza and made a cookie skillet. Everything was so delicious!
And, it wouldn't be a birthday unless everyone got a turn blowing out the candles.
But, Jeremy caught that itty bitty finger just in time!
She thought someone might get her cake if she didn't eat it all at once.
I received some very thoughtful gifts including a St. Michael retablo from Peter (that he received from my parents last Christmas), a piece of petrified wood from John Paul, a ring out of the quarter machine from Carter and lots of kisses and hugs to go around.
While different than a birthday without them, I wouldn't have it any other way!