Growing up my family respected that I really hated having my birthday so close to Christmas. I hated it so much that I was called, and rightfully earned the title of, The Grinch. Every year it was a given that no decorations would be put up until after my birthday, and if that meant the tree had to freeze outside, so be it. Today when Carter was out getting cupcakes, she knew not to get any Christmas ones, which was probably pretty hard knowing how much she loves the holidays. Its the little things that mean the most.
On top of that, a ton of people wished me happy birthday on Facebook throughout the day which also put a smile on my face. Based on today, 25 is going to be a good year!
I swear there really are 5 pink candles.