C'est Ne Pas Une Fete

I'm 28 today.  It's sort of surprising because I only remembered about a week ago, and worse, yesterday it kind of snuck up on me again.  It feels so....unimportant.

I can remember looking forward to birthdays with extreme delight.  And it's not that I'm fearing getting older.  Au contraire, I may be the only one of my friends actually looking forward to 30....and I've already told G I want a huge Marie Antoinette fete. I think it's just that I no longer get excited about the idea of gifts and the whole hullabaloo for the every year birthday. 

G took off today.  I bought myself a leather kindle cover at TJMaxx last Friday and called that and a bottle of nail polish good for my birthday.  We're headed out to coffee and a croissant, groceries (so hopefully I can make mussels for dinner), lunch at a bistro, picking up macarons and dessert at our local French patisserie.  See a theme?  It's that time of year when I want a lot of lighter French food. 

So here I am.  28 and a first time mama married to a man who loves me beyond words.  I woke up to Smooshy and my love and it is all a woman could ask for.