32 {is rough}

I don't know if it's the year, 2013, or the age 32.

But, these last three days have not been kind to my body. Thankfully though, the people around me have been kind. Both our moms have pitched in over the last two days, helping out by playing with Lucy in our home while I rested. I'm grateful for their willingness and desire to come over at the drop of a hat. It's one thing to be sick alone. And I'm quickly learning it's another when you have an energetic 2 year old to love and entertain.

I was in bed most of my birthday, New Year's Day, but felt a little better by the time the afternoon rolled around.

Perhaps it was the promise of my first date with Andy since August, some of my mom's chicken fried steak and mashed potatoes, or a mint chocolate chip ice cream cake with my name on it that aroused me from my bed and pj's, but we decided to go forward with the birthday plans.

Even though I didn't feel much like celebrating, it was monumental for me nonetheless. Sick or well, I was a birthday mom for the first time. And I had my baby home to help celebrate.

As I blew out the candles (which happened to be "21" - thanks, mom!), I thought about what to wish for, as usual. And I didn't wish for anything. I don't remember blowing out the candles last year, but I can guarantee you I know what I was wishing, hoping and praying for. And the Lord proved faithful. It felt so good to have my little one on my lap, huffing and puffing to get those candles out, as if they were hers.

So, despite going on 3 days of sickness, I am so grateful for what the Lord did for us in 2012. And look forward to much more in 2013.