A Birthday Weekend

Yes. Mine.

I did exactly what I wanted to all weekend long. (Sort of.) I didn’t let myself worry about what I should be doing. (Some of the time.)

But really, I had a great day, spent with my family, and receiving tons of well-wishes from friends.

I started the day with a workout to prove I’m stronger than I’ve ever been, sporting a heart-shaped bruise on my bicep (a big one) that made me look super tough.

Then a special gift, from a special friend, with a special meaning came in the mail.

Plus, I was surrounded by many of my favorite things. Nothing big or over the top…all simple…the little things that mean more to me than anything else...

My husband, my girlies, and my parents plus these:

Gerbera Daisies, pomegranates (my first of the season), cupcakes, and an all-time favorite angel food cake frosted with seven-minute frosting (I ate at least half that cake, no joke). Plus...

...a favorite meal; salmon on top of lemon/basil spaghetti and baby spinach (with a glass of red wine).

My pomegranates reminded me that I meant to mention something on Friday, but it seems appropriate to say here after turning—eckhem-ty-x. I’m still not of standard mammogram age, but I have had one. And because my birthday falls within Breast Cancer Awareness Month, I’d like to hop on my soap box and say, Girlfriends, you need to check and be checked.

Check your Boobies. I did. And I found something that lead to a mammogram. Thankfully, the something I found turned out to be of no concern. But check them, ladies. Keep your pomegranates healthy.