I'll give you a hint. Her five favorite people took her out to lunch -- at a kid-friendly restaurant, of course.
The kids wanted to see who could keep a lemon in his or her mouth the longest.
One. . . two. . . three. . .Go!
The kids were serious about the challenge.
All the kids.
I let them all know I was skipping the "pinch to grow an inch" this year. I can tell that "50" has a way of adding enough inches on its own.
"50" is not the "new 30" or even the "new 40." "50" is well, just "50," and I'm going to make myself keep saying that number out loud until I get used to it.
But for me, "50" is good, really good.
Thanking God for His goodness in my life through the years! Celebrating today!