in March

This morning when I woke, and yes this is one of those posts that start with me waking up to some amazing realization so try to contain yourself, I was just a little happier than was strictly necessary for any morning let alone 6:30 in the morning on a Monday with the sound of an alarm going off.  I stretched, arched my back and then reached for my iPhone to check messages and emails.  I smiled as I rolled back over.  Before I even looked at my messages I remembered something good.  Something great.  Something that makes me giggle every year.

I looked and realized that once again K had climbed into my bed sometime late at night while I was sleeping so I brushed her little cheek and told her to rise and shine.  She opened one eye and looked at me before closing it tight again and pretending to be asleep. But then a moment came over her… I could watch it on her face and she realized the very same thing that I had.  And she smiled an evil little grin so similar to my own.

“Mama, It’s March now isn’t it?”

I giggled and nodded and she gave me a hug and a kiss before gathering her motley crew of stuffed animals and blanket that she drags into my room each night and headed out of my room noting that she had woken up on the right side of the bed today and that her birthday is soon.  SO SOON.  She is very excited about her birthday.

And her birthday, which i too am excited about, is much closer to the end of the month than the beginning.

Mine on the other hand?  Hee hee.  Mine is soon.

Happy March!

4 thoughts on “in March

  1. Jenera says:

    My son’s birthday is tomorrow and he’s been counting down for about 2 weeks now. he is so excited to help bake cupcakes for his class for tomorrow.

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