Aging and Angels

My 25th birthday flew in on the wings of angels yesterday. I was awakened from sleep by my three year old and a bouncing baby in my bed. My husband who had gotten up at 5:00am to get ready and go to work had come home around 8:00 to help the girls wake me up and wish me a happy birthday. Sometime during the week he had sneaked to a local gift shop while on duty, because he came into our bedroom bearing two beautifully wrapped gifts with enormous multi-colored bows. 3 handed me two cards first. One from her and her sister, and one from "Daddy" which I saved to read later in private. The card from the girls was a Precious Moments card with a sweet message. At the bottom both 3 and 1 had "signed" their names with their own brightly colored crayon. 3 immediatly offered to "help" me open my presents, and never wanting to be left out, 1 joined in on the fun as well. My husband gave me a beautiful fat little angel baby statue that bears a striking resemblence to our youngest daughter. From my daughters I received a pair of ceramic kissing cherub figurines - the boy and girl angels that are leaning towards each other with pursed lips. So adorable! Later, Alan came sneaking in with my cake plate that I hadn't discovered missing. His aunt had baked a cake for him and the girls to give me. My favourite kind - yellow with chocolate frosting! The celebration was short and sweet as Alan had to get back to work and the girls had to eat lunch and take a nap so they would be ready for trick-or-treating later in the evening. Me...I just sat back and enjoyed the peace and quiet for a while...reflecting on what an awesome man I married and what precious girls we have together. Then I sneaked into my "office" to play a stupid but addicting computer game.