I woke up today and didn’t see roots. I woke up today with breakfast in bed, Waffles and scrambled eggs and jonquils from my garden. It was the perfect start to my day. I ate and went directly back to sleep. It was glorious.
Then I walked into my kitchen and saw the fruits of their labor. The kitchen can wait. It is my birthday:)
I’m 47. What kind of number is that? From 45 to 50 the numbers are just that, numbers. You are just waiting to turn 50. I look forward to 50. It is scary because in my head I am still 25/30. I know you know what I am talking about:)
What does a 47 yr old do on her birthday? Laundry. Granted this laundry has been piling up for days. I might as well get it done now.