A Red Letter Day.

I woke up this morning to the little people whispering and running around. I kept hearing things like, "Shhh. She'll hear us", "What about presents?", "Hurry, Clean faster", and other such things. Then they came in and said I could get up. So I did.

This is what I found outside my bedroom door:

So I headed to the playroom.

Then I ran into these 2 signs:
Let's not forget we love dad, too.
When I got to the playroom, this is what was on the chalkboard:
Each of them wrote and beautified a word. Ruthie did the balloons.
They sang happy birthday and then showed me how clean the house was.
Really. It's very clean.
Thank you, my darlings!
I'm 40!
The big one.
And you know what?? It's not bad!
I've been looking forward to it for a while and am excited to be in my 40's. Wanna know why? I love who I am. I love what I've got. I love who I'm surrounded by. I love my home, my leather car interior, my exercise routine, my goat herd, my kitchen, my accomplishments, all my plans. I feel at peace with my life. And really, when you think about it, that is an excellent thing to achieve. So happy birthday to ME! And may all of you turn 40, which happens to be a very young age, with much zip and zeal!