a happy birthday

When I was a little girl, I spent countless hours dreaming about what my life would look like as a grown up.  I acted it out as Mommy to my baby dolls.  I played many (and I do mean MANY) renditions of “house” with my sister and our friends.  My Barbies and their world were still rocking the convertible and the fancy mansion with a pool (until my sister filled it with orange juice and turned the Barbies all GREEN – oh I was so mad) well into my preteen years.  I remember my father bringing home extra office supplies so my sister and I could use them in our imaginary business – pretending to be important.

My dreams of what adulthood would be like changed a lot over the years.  I wanted to be President.  An actress on Broadway.  An artist.  An architect.  A teacher.  

While many of my dreams didn’t stay the same over the years, one thing remained constant.  One day I hoped I would be a wife and a mother.  I wanted a family.

Yesterday I turned 36 years old.  My life is more full than I ever could have hoped for.  In all of my wildest, most daring and creative dreams as a child and young woman, I can honestly tell you that I never could have imagined my life the way it is now.

These little people I am mother to, well, they astound me every day.  They make my heart leap.  I am so thankful to be their mom.

Blessed.

It hasn’t always been an easy road, but here I am at 36 years old and feeling very happy and so very thankful for the blessings in my life.  Each and every day is a blessing.