Micah turned 44 last Saturday. Of course, if you listen to him tell it, I turned 44 and he is the one who is still 40 years old. Hah!
It's amazing how company coming over kick-starts our latent house-cleaning abilities and we go into overdrive before company shows up. Anyhow, not only did we get the pig-sty of a house clean, but I made steak bites in the crock pot, baked and frosted a cake, set up the table, got stuff ready for hamburgers, and a bunch of other little things. All on Sunday morning. I feel supermom-ish. The kids were even cooperative and helped. Even Micah kicked in, even though it was his birthday celebration. It was nice to have us all working together so cooperatively. (If only we could do this all the time! If you have the secret to weekly cooperative family house-cleaning with no bitching or moaning, let me know!)
So our company came over. My dad was early. The rest of the guests were a bit late, but that's okay. It gave us a little more time to get ready. After we cleaned off the table, we got out the Zombies board game and played like we were shotgun-wielding survivors violently clearing a path to the helipad so we could steal a chopper and flee the zombie hoard and save ourselves. It was fun!! And, since it was Micah's birthday, I let him win. No, really. I did!
So, here's to being 44, Micah. Happy birthday! Another year older and another year wiser. Conquer your fears, take the reins to your life, and live it up.