Last week I turned 28. I remember feeling a different kind of excitement on my birthdays before this. Expectant, secretly hoping for surprise parties and cakes, flowers and presents, getting all dolled up, being taken to fancy dinners. This year was different. Sure I still love being spoiled, but all I wanted to do was spend the day outdoors. So for my birthday this year, we spent the day going hiking (sort of), chasing and being chased by our puppies on the beach, swimming with them, stuffing our faces with junk food and cake. By the end of the day, I was completely exhausted, belly bloated, borderline comatose but boy was this the best birthday yet. How can I feel so young, yet so old at the same time? Completely freaking out about the big 30 that's not so far away now. Ps: thank you @iryanothman for making me feel special everyday, and extra special for my entire birthday week. #ihavetwokids
