Birthdays for me...who cares??!!??

I had many thoughtful acknowledgements of my birthday this past weekend up till today. Whether it was a card, phone call, present or meal, they were each so sweet and appreciated. I have found that I just don't care about my birthday much anymore. I don't mind turning a year older or anything...I never feel any differently and I'm not afraid of getting older. I just don't really care about my birthday. I'd rather celebrate or plan parties for someone else. After planning my kid's parties, nothing compares to the joy that brings me, my kids and everyone else. So, I was officially 31 today, at 3:48 am. And, I'm thankful that I was born and have been SO blessed with the most caring, loving, thoughtful, handsome hubby EVER! I've also been SO blessed with healthy, precious, sweet, loving children who brighten my day! I don't feel very celebratory or anything, but I'm looking forward to an awesome present from Nick...he has promised a really long back rub/scratch while watching Jon & Kate + 8. I couldn't ask for a better gift!!