More emotional...
Thirty didn't bother me...
It was a fresh start...
A new life...
Thirty-one found me in the hospital with my one month old little boy...
Thirty-two I was pregnant again...
Thirty-three was spent celebrating with my boys at the zoo...
I am at a loss as to why this birthday has elicited tears...
Except that they are tears of joy...
Tears of absolute and utter contentment...
Last night my big family gathered for cake and ice cream and my three year old sat on my lap singing Happy Birthday...
Hearing the off key version with Mommy inserted where my given name usually resides...
Took my breath away...
I have never felt that my life was more important than I did in those few stanzas...
My babies love me...
I am one of the two most important people in their life...
And last night {according to Aidan Kale} I was his better friend...
Still 10 pounds heavier than I used to be...
Finding my hair requires less work if I shower at night and sleep on it wet...
Grabbing extra minutes where I can...
Stealing romantic moments with my husband...
{Though it wasn't that long ago we could hug and kiss without little's jealousy coming between us}...
In four years my life has changed and evolved...
I have become someone I like...
Stronger and less insecure...
More scatterbrained {if possible}...
Less meticulous...
Less of a perfectionist...
Walking over not stressing over strewn Woo Woos and Hot Wheels...
More comfortable in my own shoes {literally since they tend to be flats these days}...
Completely in love with 2 boys and 1 man...
And when I blew out the candles last night {with a little help}...
Searching for a wish...
I knew life couldn't get much better...
And all I can hope for is that when thirty-five comes next year...
I am surrounded by the same loving family...
With tears of joy filling my eyes...













































