Happy Birthday To Me

Happy Birthday to me!

When you're 41 years old, you're not dead. So I guess that's enough. Or is it?

Have you had enough?

41 years. Not enough.

41 smiles. Not enough.

41 miles between you and the ex. Not enough.

41 minute back rub. Not enough.

41 kisses. Not enough.

41 daffodils. Not enough.

41 pairs of shoes. Not enough.

41 laughs. Not enough

41 long conversations with an old friend. Not enough.

41 dollars in my pocket. Not enough.

41 tries to get it right. Not enough.

41 helping hands. Not enough.

41 minutes of quiet after hosting a slumber party. Not enough.

41 dances. Not enough.

41 sunsets. Not enough.

41 "I love you, Mommy!"s. Not enough.

41 invites to lunch with a friend. Not enough.

41 attaboys. Not enough.

41 vacation days. Not enough.

41 raises. Not enough.

41 baby steps. Not enough.

41 million dollars. Not enough.

41 sunny days. Not enough.

41 snuggle-n-snoozes. Not enough.

41 walks on the beach. Not enough.

41 margaritas. Not enough.

41 warm summer rains. Not enough.

41 great friends. Not enough.

41 sincere hugs. Not enough.

41 cups of coffee. Not enough.

41 careless whispers. Not enough.

41 chocolate kisses. Not enough.

41 "how was your day?"s. Not enough.

41 favorite songs. Not enough.

41 "Thank you."s. Not enough.

41 swims in the ocean. Not enough.

41 good books. Not enough.

41 of your baby’s laughs. Not enough.

41 “Are you proud of me, Mom?”s. Not enough.

41 “You’re so pretty Mom.”s. Not enough.

41 new tomorrows. Not enough.