Yesterday was May the fourth. I have such fun things going on in my birthday week. Today was Cinco de Mayo, a holiday I'm not really sure of the historical significance. In my head, I think, "Just another day to be happy about. Another day to eat cake for." Yay!!!
Here is the thing that you don't know. This is the first year in a few years that I feel like celebrating my birthday. My daughter was like, "You need to celebrate your 48th birthday, Mom." 48!!! Who is 48? Am I really 2 years away from 50 years old? Man, I'm getting old! I still feel like I'm 27.
Regardless, I want to celebrate each day leading up to the 9th. I'm eating gluten free strawberry white chocolate cake that is so good that my daughter, who can eat any type of gluten she wants, is jealous that I can eat this cake. I like being 47. I like who I am. Even if it's just this week, I walk with a bounce and my long curly hair blows in the breeze. It's cool. I'm cool. And I'm thankful. God has allowed me to see another year of life. Why shouldn't I celebrate the week, the month!!!
Be safe, Friends! Miss you.