Tomorrow is my birthday. We don't usually make a big deal about the adults' birthdays but Amanda would not hear of that this time.
So this evening after dinner she started begging Doug to take her to Wal-Mart. And, as usually happens, she convinced him to go. Even though it's cold and windy and wet outside. (I think she has him wrapped around her little finger.)
So after the little ones go to sleep I'm going to get to open presents. A day early, but she just can't wait.
Thinking back on this past year I realized that last year on my birthday I had absolutely no idea that in a year we would have moved into our own home. I knew eventually we would take this step, but I thought it would be three or four years down the road.
It's funny how much things can change in a year.