It's a BIG 10-4

That's right, it's the anniversary of my birth, my hubby's birth and our wedding. We have one big celebration a year, and we never forget it.

Hubby is 3 years older than me, but we were born on the same day -- further proof that we are soul mates. Can't remember if I've ruminated on this before in Thresholds I or this, the sequel, but mah hubby and I have a huge connection in and out of the bedroom, and it's made for an interesting 11 years to say the least. My friends don't wanna hear how good I got it; it's THAT good.

Today will be full of family and food (alliteration unintended.) Probably won't see Son #1, but might tempt him with a japanese dinner after he gets off work. Son #2 isn't up, and whaddya know, it's 10:04 AM. I'm overdue to start cooking a few dishes to bring to our birthday potluck I orchestrated to avoid going to my hubby's family. Long story there. Might be a whole other blog.

Birthdays are overrated as you age, fer sure. I'm just one year closer to 50, which blows my mind. Fifty-year olds are OLD. I mean old.

Anyway, I'm off like a dirty shirt, to celebrate a Big 10-4.