Love being loved

I turned 39 yesterday. My favorite part of the day came when the girls came
in and jumped on the bed singing happy birthday. I just remember feeling so
grateful that I was loved. What a blessing to have five little ladies (and
one a little older lady) adore me... It is awesome. The day went well, with
great food and milkshakes and hugs and pictures and friends and talks to
family and friends back home and lots of emails... A good day and now I am
39... One more year before the big 40. Can it be? I guess I am one day
closer to heaven and that is good...