Happy Birthday

Yesterday was my birthday and things have changed so much for me. I’m not the girl I was five years ago, 10 years ago, 15 years ago. I have a college degree, I was on the fast track at work, I wanted to do things and be things and I would never ever ever be caught dead in a minivan. Today I think I’m just another soccer mom in love with her minivan.
I enjoy staying home with my kids and can’t even imagine what it’s going to be like when I have to go back to work. I have had no problem trading in stilettos for slippers, no problem trading in suits for yoga pants, no problem trading a purse for a diaper bag. I actually enjoy these “trade ins” better.
A year older but I’m still me, yet I’m a different kind of me. I don’t have to plan projects, no meetings to attend, and the only boss I answer to is about 3 feet tall and I can put in timeout. That’s not to stay I’m not busy. I’m even busier if that’s possible but now my goals constitute naps, planning dinner and arranging play dates. And you know what I love it! I love every minute of it. I probably couldn’t have led this life 10 years ago when some of my peers first had their kids. The girl I was then only had a career ladder to think of and not how high we can make the Legos. Today as I turn 38 ( and dang proud of it) I wish me Happy Birthday. Happy Birthday for my minivan, Happy Birthday for Monkey Baby who smiles every time I look at him, Happy Birthday for Monkey Boy who says he’s pretty awesome cuz Mommy made him that way and especially Happy Birthday for a husband who still sits and daydreams with me about the future all while telling me how hot I am.