35

I told him have a nice sleep before he went to bed as i was putting Iris to bed as well.
Then a knock on our bedroom door and there he stood, bringing a bouquet of red roses and said, "happy birthday, mom".

I was so surprised i almost cried. The first time i got flowers from my boys since forever and it's my dear son who gave them. I know husband is behind all this and he wouldn't himself give me the flowers (no worries, dear!).

Tonight i'm happy. Just happy. I'm 35 years now and life couldn't be better. I had my insecurities, my worries, my fears, but tonight i won't let them take a control of me.

Happy birthday, me!