birth anniversary of mine.

It's here, my birthday weekend is here. And can I just say how much I LOVE being a November baby?! There's something incredibly magical about this month, but I'm pretty sure everyone feels that way about their birth month. Well, on this 24th birth anniversary of mine, some thoughts have come knockin' on my door.

♥ I don't think I've ever been as appreciative for my mother on any other birthday because well, prior to this year, I had absolutely NO CLUE how completely sacrificial birthing a baby and bringing a precious child into the world is, now, I really, truly do. Thank you, Mama - with an understanding and grateful heart, I thank you. Who knew all these years later I'd still be driving you crazy? 

♥ One of my birthday gifts each year is a new agenda, and not a fancy app for my non-fancy phone, but a hard copy, legitimate agenda. One I can doodle and decorate? Yes, please! {Even though I don't have as much doodling time as I used to.} But, realizing it's time for a new agenda means another year has gone by and that's just insane.

♥ I feel bad for the Mr. because I'm the worst girl when it comes to telling someone what I want for my birthday. He's been trying so hard to figure out what I want, but everything I want is either intangible and can't be wrapped, or I have no stinkin' clue. I'm very indecisive when it comes to making decisions pertaining to myself, "What do you want to eat?," "What movie do you want to watch?," and "What do you want for your birthday?" are some of Joseph's favorite questions for me. Hey, at least my answer's consistent, "Umm, I don't know." Consistency counts for something, right? {Cute face}

♥ I wanted to give myself a birthday gift this year and I'm kind of sad, but it's a gift that's not ready to be given. I wanted to have my book finished by this weekend, but when I thought I was almost done, life with sweet baby girl called every second, every minute, every hour, every day, and wait for it...every night. As much as I wish I could have wrapped myself a cardboard box, embellished with a little pink bow, housing an adorable letter with scribbled hearts, swirly-swirls, and dotted-line bumble bee tracks saying, "Thank you, God. You finally did it, Victoria. I'm so proud of you, little self," I'm still proud of my little self, despite my unfinished book status. I've had to put me second and you know what, it's completely and entirely okay. I'll keep chugging along until time throws me a bone. Until then, I'm still thanking God, maybe not for a finished book, yet, but for all the beautiful little reasons I've been so busy, constantly needed, and unable to finish - because, let's face it, she's worth it. My dreams aren't going anywhere, but baby girl's super adorable crawling little behind, is.

♥ It's been such a blessed and spectacular year. I've been both physically and emotionally stretched in ways I thought were only capable for Stretch Armstrong, I've learned the strength of my weak heart, I've met my favorite little princess and her beautiful factor is more than any childhood babydoll could have prepare me for, and I've felt on more occasions than any other year, just how blessed I am to experience today. So, here's to another year of raindrops, prayers, chocolate yummies, agenda doodles, day dreams, family memories, "sparks fly" jam sessions, cooking lessons, windows-down drives, impromptu dance parties, baby giggles, decorating obsessions, and, as always, another year of chasing my writing books dream. Happy birth anniversary to me! And this was me on the night of the CMA's {one of my favorite nights in television...all my favorite artists in one place = almost as great as stores all decked out for Christmas}...so, there's a chance my birthday excitement may look a little something like this.

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