Not sure exactly if I feel any certain way about my birthday. For sure it's not like when I was little! When the world revolved around me! I probably wouldn't even remember anymore...if I wasn't told the 'exact' day. I don't feel bad about it either. It's just somehow fallen into non-eventful. I'm 42 today, and baby James is 6 months, 2 days!
I've gotten all my online stuff crunched away for the morning. Guess I'll go wake up the bundle of bliss and go for a nice walk around the lake. Will have to do something special I guess. 😛 I'm guessing that the older James gets...the more excuse I'll have to celebrate my birthday. With a child around....any excuse for a celebration is legit and totally heartfelt! That's the great thing about having a child...being able to reconnect with my own inner-kid! I think she's looking forward to that (but it's a secret)! 😉