She's Not Fancy. Just Old.

Last night, we celebrated my birthday at home with dinner on the deck. Mom and Dad planted flowers and plants, got the boys from camp, and picked up a birthday cake from a bakery I had been wanting to try (D-man was so excited they could personalize it so "nicely"). Gifts in and of themselves. 

We enjoyed going through old boxes of letters from college - many of which were sent from my Dad to me. It was a nice trip down memory lane (and I found a $50 savings bond!). "Pop - was that written on a typewriter?" 

I also received a beautiful new Coach purse from the boys and Marshall. And a final box that Mom brought that included a couple of items from my great grandma Afflack. As Mom said, "they aren't fancy. They are just old." Kind of like me. :) 

And the night was capped off with D-man hiding in his sleeping bag to make me a special card. Quite from the card, "It must be weird to live that long." Very true. Weird. Wacky. Wild. Wonderful.