45 and I'm Okay with That!

Yep.  I turned 45 this past Monday.  Forty. Five.

I love sharing the day with my twin brother, Scott. . .I cherish fond memories of coordinating cakes, combined birthday parties with our special friends and family celebrations at the neighborhood pizza place.  Good times!

My family loved on me all weekend.

My sweet husband brought me home flowers on Saturday.

On Sunday he scheduled me and the girls for manicures and pedicures after church.

The boys cleaned house while we were gone.

Then on Sunday evening we went to Pappasitos for a fiesta!!!

And yes, it's the kind of place that makes you wear the hillarious sombrero while they sing Happy Birthday at the top of their lungs.

Everyone at my table loved wearing the sombrero!

The 21 year old a couple tables down wore the sombrero for his birthday song and danced atop the table.  Not me.

When the waitress asked my name and how old I was turning and I told her 45...she replied,
"so do you really want to be 45...we're going to announce it!?"

Ummmmm....YES.  I'm 45 and I'm okay with that!  Really!!!