Happy Birthday, Baby.

Four years ago, this little darling came into my life and made me a mother of two. She is the sweetest, most loving little girl I could ever ask for, with a creative soul and a feisty heart and a big, beautiful brain.

Happy birthday, Love.

Happy Birthday to Me…?

My birthday’s on Saturday and I still don’t know how I feel about it. My mom is probably most frustrated about that fact–she’s been trying to plan a celebration and I’ve been giving her nothing.

Well, not NOTHING. A lot of sighs. Some “I don’t know”s. A whole lot of shrugging.

And now, a video–with several cameos by her grandkids.

How do you feel about birthdays? Has it changed over the years? Does everything change as you get older and WILL ANYTHING EVER BE SIMPLE AGAIN?!?!?!?