Happy birthday to me

I look in the mirror and see someone who has a great life. I am blessed with so many amazing friends. I want for nothing. I am content and happy with my life. 

When Jacob got home from work last night at 11, he baked me a birthday cake and then woke me at the stroke of midnight, whispering, "I made you a birthday cake.  It's time to celebrate."  So, I had cake at midnight.  As he was cutting me a big piece, he mentioned that maybe he should have let it cool some before icing it.  It tasted like love to me. Before I got back into bed a few minutes later, I was already replying to a sweet text from Carly.

Sophie and some of her friends called from school to sing Happy Birthday to me. It's good to be loved.