Forty-two

Thursday was my birthday. My husband was being a jerk the night before. See, I keep forgetting the world revolves around him. I keep forgetting he knows everything. And my ESP wasn't working and apparently he wanted me to do something that I didn't do, so he said I was the densest person he knew. I already know I'm not the brightest star in the sky so it hurt to hear him say that, so here's me actually praying that I wouldn't wake up on my birthday! But I did. I got a couple cute cards from the kids, some beautiful flowers and some chocolate, and then later after we went to my birthday dinner at Wendy's (my choice), my husband bought me two parakeets. I named the blue one "Lou" (after Lou Gramm, the lead singer of Foreigner, who released a Christian album last month that I just love). The green and yellow one my daughter named "Boogie" because it likes to move around a lot.

Also my oldest son got me a heart shaped necklace with a silhouette of a mother and baby inside, and it had four pink stones on the heart. He was joking with me that the stones represent my four children (my actual three children and my chihuahua Hershey). But to myself I'm joyfully thinking the fourth one could be for Claudia, my child in heaven. I was reading someone else's blog this morning and their post was mentioning someone told her that her baby chose them to be his parents even though his life was very brief. So why would Claudia choose me knowing she wouldn't be born at all. At any rate, I think this necklace is so cool and I do feel joyous having all four children represented!