28

Happy birthday to me.

It's hard to believe I'm 28. I vividly remember turning 14 and going to the movie theater with my girlfriends to watch Simon Birch. And now I'm inching closer to 30.  

This year has been full of changes for me. A new job, becoming a mama for the first time, finishing graduate school, trying to balance (ok, juggle) everything, and surviving and functioning in zombie-mommy mode. 

This year was also the first one that I thought about how my mom/parents might feel on this day. I never appreciated what my birthday might mean to them. And now, I do. 

Considering all these changes, I have to say it was one of the greatest years of my life. I'm happy to be 28 and wouldn't change a thing. 

Ryan bought me a massage (not the homemade coupon book kind) and some peanut M&Ms. Funny that after five years together he didn't remember that I hate nuts and that peanut butter M&Ms are my fave. Silly hubby. It's always the thought that counts. 

Camden gave me the "gift" of taking five steps. Several times. I told him not to take offense, but that wasn't the gift I wanted and for him to just sit his cute booty back down. He continued to ignore me and scrunch his face. 

We celebrated tonight by watching the Seahawks game with friends. I'm totally exhausted from busy days at work and poor sleep (thanks, Camden). 

Getting old(er) is sure tough.

I told Camden that if he insisted on getting me a gift - I would prefer a full nights sleep. We'll see how that goes. 

Take Luck,

LP