I turned 39 for the first time. Next year may be my second-annual 39th birthday, but this year is definitely My First-Ever 39th Birthday. I'm usually not a wistful or gloomy birthday girl wishing to be some other age, but damn, 39? That's grown up. WTF?! I swear I was just 26 a couple years ago. I know the last two years have flown by because of Grace, but the other 11? I don't think I got high that much. I dunno.
Hubby is away on business so The Girl and I are visiting my family. He gets bonus points, though -- the florist just delivered a gorgeous bouquet of flowers from him.
So here I sit in Carlsbad, with a belly full of yummy brunch and cake and pie (yes both, it's my birthday), feeling content and loved and looking forward to the last 12 months of my 30s.