A quarter of a Century...
So I turned 25 yesterday. I had a great day. I got some flowers, a candle, money, gift cards, cake, ice cream and a yummy dinner. My son kept telling me that the mall was my present. I'm not sure what that meant but he understood it. Altogether, it was a wonderful birthday!
You're just a baby. It blows me away when I think about how young you are. You handle life with such maturity and grace that I don't even feel old when I'm with you :-) I'm glad you're blogging!
ReplyDeleteYou're not old at all. Thanks for the last comment. I'm so thankful for such a great friend. You make my life great!!
ReplyDeleteHappy Belated Stacey! You are young and I agree with Julie, you do handle life with great maturity and you are a beautiful example of how to live as a christian.
ReplyDeleteYes, 25 is young! However, it's high time you learned what it means that The Mall is Your Present.
ReplyDeleteI am liberated by this wonderful truth in may own life, and Yea to the son who is trying to explain it to you. :D That's my kind of kid.