Thirty Two

If you were to ask me how old I am, I’d probably tell you 30. Not because I want to hide my real age, but because I have a hard time remembering that I’ve had two birthdays since 30. Age has never meant much to me. I’m not one to dread my birthday, and I’ve certainty come to terms with the fact that another year means a few extra pounds around my mid section and the appearance of crows feet around my eyes…

I’m a big believer that with age comes wisdom and the ability to count each of your blessings; big and small. This birthday, I vowed to take it all in. To not get caught up in the mounds of laundry, the never ending to do list, or the stress that comes with being a wife, a mom, a bus driver, a maid, and a professional errand runner.

I took it all in in style with a surprise “no kids” lunch in midtown (thanks to Garrett and Hannah), a cold beer at noon, and a burger and onion rings at Five Napkin. I laughed and held hands with G. We talked about how much had changed since first meeting 9 years ago. Remembered the excitement that came when we found out we were pregnant with MR and Huttie. Talked about the future. Shared a salty caramel milk shake and enjoyed being outside. It was as perfect as perfect could get! And even though I’d take the small things over the big ones any day, I have to admit my surprise when G told me that he had gotten me the watch that I had been begging for the last several years. Thirty two looks pretty good, wrinkles, tight jeans, and all…

Even though we ate 10 ounce burgers on Saturday, we opted for a “traditional Mexican birthday” lunch after church on Sunday. After all, it ain’t a birthday in our household until you’ve worn the La Parilla sombrero!

The kids have been spending so much time outside lately. The both love playing in the sandbox. In the past, I would leave the kids outdoors and go about my chores in the house. That all ended when I noticed Huttie climbing the ladder to get to the playhouse. These sweet little boys sure know how to work their mamas….33 may mean gray if he doesn’t slow down.

Each year, its kinda a tradition to do a solo “if I turn up missing picture”. Here’s mine from 32. This picture was taken on Thursday night before heading out with an awesome group of girls to the Chicken and the Egg. The night was way overdue and so much fun!