My birthday is always my favorite day of the year. I LOVE that I have a birthday and that we celebrate it. It's the coolest thing ever. I might have text Josh, "It's my birthday" 129 times yesterday. I might have told my boss "It's my birthday" 127 times yesterday. My kids called and sang to me. Then, Brooklyn went on to tell me that it was time for me to come home (it was 10 am), that she grounded Colton from the tv and his bike, and that she was in charge. Cute Paula bought me a breakfast muffin for my birthday. AND... my co-workers bought me a pinata. Okay, I have ALWAYS wanted a pinata. Always. I talk about them all of the time. Anytime there is something to celebrate at work, I ask my boss if I can get a pinata. I GOT ONE on my birthday! I was like a two year old. Seriously. The whole office went outside with me and hung my dream come true from a tree branch. I swung and swung and broke that thing open! It was the best day of my life!!! Then, our basement flooded on my birthday night, but let's just remember the positive!