Birthdays, My Turn

I remember that when I was a little girl I would ask my Daddy how old he was and he couldn't tell me without subtracting.  I thought he was pulling my leg, but now I get it.  I have no idea my exact age when I'm asked.  It is unimportant to me.  My girls think I'm teasing when I don't remember my age and have to figure it up.  Regardless of the number, I'm another year older now.

Since it is my birthday, Justin took the girls shopping over the weekend.  Evidently, as the girls were picking out a card, Gabby settled on one and dug her heels in.  As they looked at it, Justin and Kate noticed it was the same one that they bought last year.  That alone is funny, but not quite as funny until you know that I now have FOUR copies of the same anniversary card.  The second one was not on purpose, but now that it's a joke he looks for it every year, though he didn't find it our first year in TN.  Gabby evidently said, "Well, I liked it," under her breath.  Maybe when she's grown up she'll find that perfect card to give over and over again too!