Still no pictures of my birthday. No worries I have ice cream to share (topped with first time freezer jam I am super proud of!)
So my birthday was this past weekend. I am 27 years old ugh. It is one of those birthdays that just makes me creep closer to 30 and makes me debate whether I want to celebrate it or not.
The weekend was laid with the best intentions but nothing seemed to be going our way so by Sunday I was in a pity party mood. Ken knew this and sent me out to just spend some me time. I of course hung out at the craft store. Found some cute things and my spirits peeked just slightly. On my way home I had a conversation in my head with myself, please tell me I am not the only one who has full on conversations in their head! I digress I was having a conversation with myself basically complaining about my semi crummy weekend and then it hit me when it really came down to it I had a pretty great weekend. We had amazing food (thanks to some gift cards) some great family time, wonderful gifts and then I started to cry. Because I knew I was being silly and should be thankful that I had all that I did there are so many with so much less. No I didnt have some big huge shin dig, no I didnt party till all hours of the night, no I didnt get expensive lavish gifts but in the end that isnt me to begin with. I had birthday wishes from those I love the most, spent time with my family and by the time I got home from my few hours away I had flowers, a cake, and a card waiting for me that Leila picked out all on her own (which made me cry again, boy I am a crying fool lately!).
And nothing was better then that, bottom line.