Thank you sweet sisters for all the birthday wishes.  Yesterday, my Mom called me before I’d had the chance to see that Holly had secretly hijacked the blog.  It made me laugh out loud that she said I proclaimed, “Let’s get started” upon my arrival in this world. 

I actually thought she said, “Let’s get this party started,” which would have been totally appropriate since I do love a good dance song.

I’m convinced that my home in heaven will not be filled with harp sounding music.  I like harps.  For weddings.  I had one playing when I walked down the aisle at my own wedding.  But I did not have a harp playing at the reception. 

At my reception I had the best 80′s music ever!  I may or may not have done the MC Hammer dance in my wedding dress.  I’m not saying that was the most Southernly proper thing to do.  I’m just saying that a great beat makes me happy. 

So, I think my heavenly house will be filled with all the best beat music rewritten as praise songs to Jesus.

I do.

And you are all invited to come over and dance.  It will be a blast.

Not that I’m planning to head on over to Heaven any time soon.  I’m old, but not that old.

As a matter of fact my sweet Brooke told me yesterday that I shouldn’t feel sad about being so old because I don’t look so very old.

She drew me a card featuring a birthday cake with 41 candles on it.  That’s a lot of candles.  She had to draw a 7 tiered birthday cake to fit them all.  And then she wrote on the inside these words:

“Dear Mommy you are the coolest and prettiest Mom I no.  You and me look a-like and I am happy that I will look like you when I am older.”

Great emphasis was placed on the word ‘older’ when she read it out loud. 

But I’m okay with that.  I secretly tried out my dance moves in my closet last night.  I’ve still got it!

Lysa
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