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.