This was my birthday weekend, and all I wanted was to be with my kids—my 2 grown sons and my daughter-in-law. 🩷 Ideally, we’d all meet up and spend the day, or even just an evening, together. Didn’t matter what we did or where.
Here’s how it actually went down… 😂
Friday — Drove 2.5 hours to watch my oldest son coach football. My DIL met us there. BIG game and a BIG 26-25 win! 🙌 We got to see Tyler for about 10 minutes after the game.
Saturday — Helped host a 60th birthday party for my BFF. 🥳
Sunday — Drove 2 hours to see my niece get baptized and have lunch with the family. Got home just in time to see my youngest son for about an hour before he left to go back out of town for work. He’s a lineman and has been gone working storm restoration in Indiana for 3 weeks.
And you know what?
I’m completely okay with it. 😊🩷
We’ll celebrate my birthday all together soon.
What’s so special about that?
Just a few months ago, I was so sick and dealing with extreme anxiety, depression—all the things. I probably would’ve cried the whole weekend because it didn’t go the way I had pictured it. And with that many things packed into one weekend, I probably would’ve gotten overwhelmed and not wanted to do ANY of it. 😑
But I’m flipping the script. 🩷
So what if I didn’t get all of my kids in one room at the same time?
I GOT TO SEE ALL 3 OF THEM. 🥰
I got to love on them. I got to feel ridiculously proud of them. We had people stop us at the game just to tell us how much they love Coach Hood. 🩷 Tucker came home with stories about the people they’ve gotten power back to after WEEKS without it. And my DIL and I got to sit together, catch up, and celebrate that big win.
That sounds like a pretty dang good birthday weekend to me. 🥰
I am sooooo thankful for and Be Well! She’s helping me heal my gut, change my mindset, and find my happy again. 🩷 And THAT might just be the best birthday gift of all.🎁