It's official. No more avoiding it. No more forgetting it. It's happened.
I'm 40 years old. Entering my 5th decade of life. Oh my.
I got such an enthusiastic greeting this morning, I just can't be sad about my age. Blake, my 8-year-old son really goes all out in celebrating Mommy. This is a wonderful result of living in Brazil where there is no shortage of enthusiasm and demonstrated affection. This morning he had made a banner, hung it himself, and painted face paint all over his body saying "Happy Birthday Mommy!!" (exactly backwards because he had done it himself in the mirror).
I'm 40 years old. Entering my 5th decade of life. Oh my.
I got such an enthusiastic greeting this morning, I just can't be sad about my age. Blake, my 8-year-old son really goes all out in celebrating Mommy. This is a wonderful result of living in Brazil where there is no shortage of enthusiasm and demonstrated affection. This morning he had made a banner, hung it himself, and painted face paint all over his body saying "Happy Birthday Mommy!!" (exactly backwards because he had done it himself in the mirror).
"Look Mom, I did it myself!"
4 comments:
Welcome to the 40's I have been there for two years-three in February. It really isn't so bad. Hope you had a wonderful day. Thanks for all you do.
Wendy
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Thanks, y'all!
We praise God for your life.
Wow!! U are really cute and lovely.
I love u.
Sayhara
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