So, the world didn’t come to an end…

…there was no earth shattering kaboom.  I didn’t end up in the fetal position on my bathroom floor mumbling nonsense.  

Quite the contrary, actually.  I’m pleased to report that my 39th birthday came and went with barely a ripple.  I would even hazard to say it was a pretty darn good day.  A happy birthday serenade from the best nephews an aunt could ask for brought tears of joy to my eyes and began my day off on the right foot.  It was made even better by the girl taking the photo for my updated student ID who made me look like me instead of a wrinkled old hag like last time.  Top this off with a visit from above-mentioned greatest nephews, a side of bling and two – yes two – birthday cakes.  What else could a girl ask for?  Not much.     

Cody, Megan & Cory (Ages 4 and 5)

Except maybe this conversation:

Cody:  How old are you Aunt Peggy?

Me:  39

Cody makes a face – the one where he looks a lot like a very surprised horse.

Cody:  No way!  You don’t look a day over 29.

I love you, Cody Tyler. 

*Excluded from the embarrassing childhood photo is my oldest nephew.  He’s got a rep to protect.