When You Wish Upon A Star

So,today I turned 31 ... the big 3-1. I anticipated this to be hard for me because it was not pretty when I turned 30 ... but it wasn't. It wasn't hard at all. I don't really have a reason for that, but maybe ... just maybe it has something to do with me grabbing life by the balls and taking my dreams into my own hands? You think? This morning my daughter asked me what I wished for for my birthday. Her big gray eyes looked into mine and she smiled the sweetest smile. "Do you want a princess bike, Mommy?" she asked. It's amazing how innocent little kids can be. She wanted nothing more than for me to get a princess bike just like hers. Of course I played along "I would love a princess bike, Ava!" She smiled, and we had fun. But, in my head, I realized that this year, I wasn't wishing for anything. Last year I was praying that I wouldn't fall apart when I turned 30. The year before that I was praying for a new car ... This year, nothing. Because this year, the year of my big 3-1 I seem to have everything I could possibly want. I've got an amazing husband, 3 happy and healthy kids, an extremely supportive family and some of the best girlfriends a girl could ever ask for ... Oh, and I'm publishing my first book! Don't want to forget that!