birthdays...

Birthdays are funny things. Some make you look back at the last, let's say 25, years and reflect at all of your accomplishments and failures. I guess I have more failures than I had hoped I ever would. I spent a few days thinking about all of the things that I thought 25 would be that it is not. But then when I got up on Sunday morning and made my family blueberry pancakes, I realized all of the things that 25 is that I never knew it could be. I have two beautiful children, both incredibly smart. I have a husband that loves me like I could only dream of. We are not where we want to be, but we are, at last, moving that way. My children sing church songs, and know what the temple is, I can go to the temple with my husband.Our children know we love them and they love us and each other. Life is not perfect. I don't have some incredibly successful career, or lots of money and though I have three years of college under my belt I can't bost my college degree, b/c it is yet to be fininshed. But this happiness is one I would have never known to hope for. I am a mom, a decent one and I am pretty good at my job when I am working. I think I am an OK wife I love my husband and try to show him, in between lifes occurances. We have the church, family, a home. And I am happy, not always, but most of the time. It's real happiness too. What more could 25 be?