Happy Birthday to Me!

I get really excited about my birthday. But the oxymoron of it all is that I hate getting older. Figure that one out?!
When I was still living at home, we had this tradition that the birthday girl/boy would get woken up by the rest of the family singing Happy Birthday and bringing in presents and breakfast. I treasure that memory. Now that I'm married, and my husband doesn't believe in breakfast in bed . . . we are making new memories. Being woken up with a soft "Happy Birthday" before I even remember that it's my birthday is pretty nice, even if I don't get breakfast in bed anymore:)
This morning when I got to work (I really don't think we should have to work on our birthdays), I found that my boss had left a bouquet of irises and tulips on my desk with a note. Soooo nice!

Here's to a great rest of the day!