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It’s no secret that I L❤️VE birthdays – especially my own. I always celebrate them, not necessarily in grand style, but always with the people I love the most – my boys 😍.

This year, though, things are a little different. Junior isn’t home (I miss him a bit today…), Mr is off on a three day conference (that’s what happens we we take the train to a one day conference), and the oldest offspring is down with the flu (a given when’s been off traveling).

So the family members left in the country had the audacity to celebrate me yesterday. The day before my birthday. Call me narrow-minded or old-fashioned, but I firmly believe birthdays should be celebrated on the actual day – it’s like the essence of the whole birthday concept….

I try not to be bitter. After all, I woke up to a sweet text that reminded me that the little one hadn’t forgotten me. And even if tonight will be quiet, an evening on the sofa with my gals (the dogs), hopefully live-streaming Fabian’s game, sounds like a pretty perfect way to celebrate the day I graced the world with my presence.