My Sweet Boy

My little boy is so sweet. Just look at that face! But really, he's a sweetheart. Here's why. Last night, as dinner was cooking, I came and sat on the couch with Nate as he was watching a show. I asked him if I could rub his back, but he said no. So I then asked him if he wanted to rub my back, jokingly, but he said yes. He got up off the couch and came over and started rubbing my back. As he was rubbing, he proceeded to start singing all the songs, in order, that we sing before bed every night- Twinkle, Twinkle; Go To Sleep; You Are My Sunshine; and Jesus Loves Me. Ok, so I know you may be scratching your head, thinking, "So, what's so sweet about that?" Well, not too much, really. But the sweet part was after he was done singing. See, while he was rubbing my back, I pretended to fall asleep. So when Nate was done singing and rubbing my back, he then went to grab a blanket. He got it and tried to unfold it and put it on me, but he was having trouble, so he then tried to enlist the help of Grace, saying, "Grace, can you help me put this on mommy?" I wish I could have video taped the entire thing because these words really don't do his sweet actions justice. But my sweet little boy really touched me with his caring, nuturing, loving actions yesterday.

Today

Today is the 4th of July. We all know that. But today is also my dear hubby's THIRTIETH birthday. Yes, the BIG 3-0! He's not very happy about this, since it means he is no longer considered to be in his 20's. I have been finding this very amusing, since while most of you know I am *cough* 31 and have been in my thirties for almost a year and a half now, my wonderful husband didn't see what the big deal was when I turned 30 and had a big problem with it. Now he's understanding a little better what I was feeling and that yeah, turning 30 is sometimes kind of hard.

But really, I've been realizing a little more here and there that age is just a number. I still hate hearing the 3 part of my age, but I'm still young and I feel young. And that's what counts, right?

So here's to all the thirty-somethings that when I was a twenty-something I thought were "old." We're not really "old." Yet. Thirty is the new twenty. (Or was it fourty is the new thirty? I don't know.) And here's to my wonderful hubby. I love you, and I can't help but giving you a hard time for your birthday. But I really do love you. with all of my heart. You're the greatest hubby in the world and I'm so glad you're mine. You're the best one of the best ones! Happy Birthday.