sharing isn't all it's cracked up to be

not only did i have to turn 40-stinkin'-one, but i also had to share my birthday with father's day. yes, i know at 40-stinkin'-one i should be mature enough to not have that bother me, but i guess i am an adolescent girl stuck in a middle-aged woman's body. emma even told her friends, "yeah, my mom's kind of being a baby about having to share her birthday with my dad."the truth hurts.

but here's the real truth: i didn't mind sharing even the "high holy day" of my birthday with father's day. i have always loved father's day because i had an amazing daddy...

and now my kids get to have an amazing daddy...

i may not be very good at sharing, but i am pretty good at knowing a good thing when i see it. and bill, well, he is a good thing. so it was a joy to have a weekend celebrating both bill as a father and god's faithfulness to me throughout lo, these many years of life. and let me tell you, i may be as immature as an adolescent girl sometimes, but i ate like an adolescent boy this weekend!

first we celebrated with deb and her family on saturday...

then with my own sweet little fam on sunday...

festivities included getting mani's and pedi's with em...

his and hers meals out (thai food for me and all you can eat pizza for bill) and froyo with the lewis family...

and a little trip to the park with the obligatory photo shoot...

it was a great day, despite the fact that i woke up looking noticeably older. see what i mean...

oh well. happy birthday to me. and happy father's day to my billy. we love you...

i love sharing all of my life with you, so i'm happy to share even my birthday as well.