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My 38th birthday happened a couple of days before NYE. 

I will call it a nice birthday...the last nice birthday happened in 2012 (a quiet dinner out, food was awesome). 

This time everything could have been downhill, mostly because Figlia is again having an episode of upset bowels. But things were better than expected. 

I have not felt special in a long time, and DH made a genuine attempt at 'special'. I came home to balloons in the hall, and a cake with my photo. Hubby came home before me, and was home all evening (which is a big thing in itself). Figlia, Hubby and I picked up M together. The four of us went for a drive. We had dinner at home. He made a surprise gift - a collage of me with the kids, us, and my parents. 

It is good. 

I checked his phone on reflex. No Molly. 

I had been mulling over what word to work on for 2016, and I was thinking of Mindfulness. But I changed my theme. 

For 2016, my word is gratefulness. 

I am grateful for all I have. I see too many reminders of the bliss I am surrounded with, which lot of other people are still missing in their lives, with some goals permanently unattainable.

2016, I can do with gratefulness, and better sleep. 

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  1. I'm glad to hear you had a nice birthday -- especially in light of your post a week or two ago, which has been sitting in my reader while I try to figure out what, if anything, I could say in reply. I don't think I have anything to say, because I haven't been in that sort of situation. But it was nice to read this having read the other one. Here's to a better 2016 for you and yours.

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  2. Happy Belated Birthday! I am glad you had a good day. (You youngun, you! I've got a few years a in you. 😜)

    Gratefulness is a great word for the year. May 2016 be kind! ;)

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  3. Well, Happy Birthday, anyway - better late than never?

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