We signed the papers last night. I didn't think I would be so emotional, but I was. We moved out in September last year, the house has been on the market for 7 months, and I have only been back a handful of times. Not a day went buy that I didn't make a comment about getting rid of it or say a prayer that it would be bought, but when they called for me to come sign the papers I cried. 115 Marielle Lane. This was my first real home of my own, of my family. The home I moved in to as a single woman, the home I married Tom in, the home I brought two beautiful little boys to. We planted the flowers, we put in the steps, down the side of the house is the perenial flower garden that Tom dug for me my first Mother's day and where I planted the new ones they got me for Mother's day every year since then. I made some very special friend in this neighborhood, and so did the boys. Will they remember living here?

Don't get me wrong I love my new house, it is perfect for where our family is now in life. But it was my home...and I cried.

I love my birthday. I think everyone should! Your birthday is be nice to you day. We grownups seem to take less and less time to be nice to ourselves as the years go by. Several weeks ago I realized that my 35th birthday fell on a friday night. And as much as I love my husband and kids the first thing that came to my mind was "girl's night out!". And what fun it was! There were balloons and cake (with edible glitter!) and chocolate covered strawberries and enchaladas and crocs and some very generous prezzies and croppin' and most of all my girlfriends! I felt like a little girl again! I could not have asked for a better way to spend my birthday! You all made me feel special and loved, and I cherish each one of you! For axe-murders you sure have big hearts!