82. And many more....

Today was my 82nd birthday. At least that's what the candles on my cake said, thanks to the mischievous boys that I live with.
I sat here pondering, wondering just where has time gone? I haven't done enough...or have I done too much in the last "82" years?

Who knows.

I made homemade pizza's for supper, burned one. Thankfully, the others came out safe.
Chad took Ian and Logan to the store to pick out a gift, I was only imagining what they may have picked out. You just never know, when it comes to my boys.
Chad baked my cake, as he has in years passed, (Thank you, hon.) and let Ian decorate it with little princess candies, and candles that spelled out "82" of course.
My gifts were lovely, they had picked out a enormous hanging flowered plant. I worried all for nothing. It's absolutely beautiful, and now I can only hope to keep it alive. At least for a while.
I think I'm finally starting to adjust to my life. It's taken me "82" years of inconstancy, and I just never know what's going to happen next. I guess that's part of life. Life is ever changing, sometimes for the worst, sometimes for the better. It's the better that makes the worst worth it.
It's the times in your life where you hit rock bottom, when you really start to realize what matters. It's not the big things, it really is the little things. People. Cherish the people in your life. They are there for a reason.

I couldn't have asked for a better birthday, I had my family, beautiful gifts, minimal tantrums, and I managed not to burn the house down with a torched pizza. In my opinion, it was a good day.