Lifelong Joy

I got a birthday card today from my Mom & Dad that said Daughters are a lifelong joy, and you know, I kinda am a lifelong joy. Okay, no, I’m really not, but to them I am, most of the time. Tonight, as Scott and I assessed my day, which old people sometimes do, I told him it was one of the best birthdays ever, and it was. I woke up to my boys climbing in bed with me and singing Happy Birthday.  I never left the neighborhood, nor put on make-up. I spent most of my day in a swimsuit, which is always good. The neighborhood kids swam while the parents visited over at a friends. I  ate crawfish, had a real coke and a we all had a candy bar in place of cake. I watched my boys play baseball in the front yard and took pictures. I got tons of messages, phone calls, presents and texts all day long, and a card with one present telling me that I was a lifelong joy. My day ended with the boys climbing into bed with me and singing Happy Birthday. I always thought that getting older was really going to suck, but so far it hasn’t. Turns out, sons are a lifelong joy, too. Thank you to everyone who made my day so special.