twenty-nine

I have almost zero recollection of my birthday last year. I do know I looked a little something like this and thankles (thigh ankles) were in my near future.

{September 25, 2011

32 weeks

The Beautiful Mess}

 P-dubs looked like this: 

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{TBM}

 I can't remember much of my actual birthday. My last before I became a mom. But I know I'll remember a few things from this one. My first as a mom.

  

- A quick goodbye/happy birthday kiss and he's off to work too hard to treat his three girls too good.
- Starbucks in the pouring rain from a sister who's the best friend I don't deserve.

- Nearly identical 'sleepy songs' from a car seat filled back seat.

- Beets and sweet potatoes.

- A 'Happy Birthday' from my mom and a 'Happy Birthday' to my mom. Because now I understand how she treasures her children's birthdays more than any other day.

-Four little hands pulling on my skirt clamoring to be picked up.
- A surprise mani/pedi with a best friend who is a sister to my heart. With Starbucks. All arranged by my husband. 

-Bad tomatoes, a fly in the sweet tea, and a hilarious upscale dinner.

- A whisper-yelled 'Surpise' from a kitchen full of family trying not to wake the sleeping sisters. 
-A happiest of birthdays to begin my last year in my twenties. 

The birthday (husband) that just keeps on giving. Strawberries and Nutella the morning after. He knows me. For real.