Precious days

I meant to do this several days ago, but you know how that goes! Well, there was a big reason for the babysitter. It was a surprise party. My 40th Birthday party. In order to appreciate this, you must know how I've acted about turning 40.

It's not good. I wasn't very nice. I didn't like that idea. First, it was wrinkles, mine that is. Then it was the whole skin cancer thing I had to deal with. Just one thing after another.  Lots of reminders that yes I am getting older, whether I feel like it or not.

My response was to ignore my birthday. Pretty simple. Not happening. Just skipping over April 19th. That worked for me but ...not for my Mom. Because yes, even with 4 kids, I am still a daughter. Hers. So, she, Chris, and my friends planned a party for me. It was a reminder to me that each day is precious. Precious to someone. April 19th is precious for my mom just as my kids birthday's are to me. (Pardon my overuse of precious, it just worked for me!)

Sometimes the best choice we can make is to let someone else do something for us, because THEY want to.

By the way, I loved my birthday! I loved having everyone together in one place, even if I had to turn 40 to do it!

Do do do do, do do do do

Just wanted to let you know.Something weird is going on in my house. My husband got a babysitter. All by himself. Do do do do (to the Twilight Zone tune).

Crazy becomes crazier!

It's been a very long time since you heard from me! So long, in fact that I have officially turned 40 over the break from blogging. Finally, 40. Thank God. Dreading turning 40 was really zapping a lot of my energy.

In addition to that, we have sold a house and moved. Moved with 4 kids. Wow. No, I mean WOW! That will never happen again. This is our 5th house. We will stay for a while. We will throw more things away. We will try to recover from the pain inflicted on this adventure.

So our crazy life became crazier. I thought about writing but I didn't. But now I am. Now that I am 40.