My birthday was on Monday. I can honestly say, this is a point in my life I never really imagined. If you had asked my 18 year-old self what I thought I’d be doing at 27, I probably wouldn’t have known how to answer. And that makes it feel like kind of a weird age. I’ve been married for five and a half years and I’ve got three kids. My family is incredible. And it is the single most important thing to me right now.
Anyway, the night before, my parents’ had everyone over for a birthday dinner and made me a cake. Mom made delicious lasagna and Megan made the cake (which dad frosted with his own recipe).
On my actual birthday things were fairly quiet. The kids were especially pleasant, which was very nice. Pax came home a little early and skipped class that night so we could take the kittens bowling and grab a bite.
It was a super good way to spend my birthday with my “special friends” and I even got some cool new stuff. Including a really rad new sewing machine which I am really chomping at the bit to break in.
(Don’t ask my what the mushroom picture is all about. Aside from the fact that I find fungi strangely beautiful and I like using other people’s nice photography on my blog, I can’t give you a good excuse.)