My mom kind of spoiled me, growing up we would get a birthday week; a week of "happy birthdays", a week of choosing the meals, a whole week. Then I met Paul and he jumped on the birthday week bandwagon and continued to spoil me. Then I had kids. This morning, I woke to "I'm hungry, can you bake us some muffins?" It was barely 7:30 and I hadn't even had coffee yet. My oh my, have times changed.
Birthdays are definitely different now. But I can't imagine anything better than sitting between my babies and blowing out the candle on my ice cream cake. I'm one lucky 33 year old!!!