Birthdays are sacred in our house, and we thoroughly celebrated Princess Mimosa from dawn till dusk. She's upstairs in her room right now, reading her new birthday books and listening to her new birthday music, and not trying on her new birthday outfits until tomorrow (she hates trying on clothes, just like her mama).
I'm glad I had a good weigh-in this morning, because I've indulged in gluttony all day, plus it's my special ladytime, plus I didn't exercise in the least, unless you count retrieving our beach ball, which involved climbing down and then back up a very steep hill (which really shouldn't count, trust me, though I impressed all the other moms at the spray pool when I did it):
- Today's scale reading: 248
One day at a time.
I'm going to fold the laundry now (the kids usually do this, but I'm letting Mimosa be a princess for another few hours) and watch The Way We Were. And cry, probably.
My daughter is the light of my life. I can barely remember who I was before she was born.
Today was a great day.
Love and kisses,