Happy Birthday to me.
I’m so fortunate to have a husband who loves me, who provides for me day in and day out, and does whatever he can to make my birthday special (including a hand-drawn card, shrimp/chorizo fajitas, blondies with ice cream, and taking care of the kids). Plus, there is yet to be anything I’ve asked for that he hasn’t given.
I’m fortunate to have kids who are smart as whips and — more importantly — healthy and happy.
I’m fortunate to have my health and to be without the fear others are facing in these harsh economic times. Yes, I bitch about the prices of groceries every week, but at the end of the day we are lucky to be able to afford them anyway.
I’m fortunate in that I may not have many friends, but the ones I do have are good ones.
And nobody needs more gifts than those I already have.