Beware, Narcissist in the Room

Umm, had to throw this one in . . .

I think to myself every year now, on my birthday, how awesome my mom is. I look at photos of myself as a child and think, I was pretty cute kid. I think to myself every year on my birthday, how important each of my children are to me. I think of how significant Kyle's birth was to my life, without even knowing it for 22 years. I wonder how many more births will impact my life.

Ahhh, birth day.

Blessed day.