Another year older...

And another year wiser. Yesterday I celebrated my 42nd birthday. I"ll spare you the lame joke I told over and over yesterday. It was barely funny yesterday and pathetic the day after.

But, this morning as as I slowly put away the stuff from our "Christmas in July" craft night with the coven, I found myself smiling. You see, I used to spend my birthdays in somewhat of a funk. Noting another year had passed, thinking of the things I didn't have. I know, not really like me and my usual "half full" attitude but there you have it: birthdays were a downer. I just wanted to get through the day and move on.

But lately, I find a birthday is a time to reflect on all that I have. I've got some pretty amazing gal pals. And while we are all a bit different, the one thing we have in common is the desire to support each other and nurture our friendships whenever we get a chance. I've got that supportive hubby of mine (who brings birthday cakes home even when driving his motorcycle), and those mostly sweet boys. Without a doubt, when it comes to people, I'm well stocked in the "good" department. And as for the stuff of life, well I've got plenty of goodness in that department as well. The roof over my head is sturdy, the walls on the house are sound and the house itself is filled with more possessions than one average person really needs.

So, really what do I have to complain about? Not much that is for sure...but give me a few weeks into the new school year, and I'm sure I'll find something. I always do...