Last week I turned 32.
Somehow since giving birth (one month and one day) before I turned 30, my birthdays haven’t meant too much to me. B still treats me to a special meal and gifts, but I just haven’t felt compelled to celebrate.
This year I decided it was time. I had my 30th birthday, two years belated. I think I should continue this tradition for the rest of my life. 30 is great!
This weekend I got prettied up to meet some of my favorite friends at my favorite restaurant. Since The Nut and I rarely get our photo taken together, I thought her post-bath cuteness plus my attempt at ‘presentable’ made for a perfect opportunity. Unfortunately, The Nut recognized that mascara must lead to Mama leaving the house without her. Here’s what we got:
It was an amazing night with incredible food and incredible women. I got a card that made me sob and I opened my first “little blue box” from Tiffany.
I am so grateful for my life and all of my 30+2 blessed years.