It was a sad day on October 20th when I turned 30 years old. I felt old, fat (I hadn't lost all of the baby weight), and old. Did I say that one? Things got worse when I asked Erik to take a photo with me and the kids that Sunday afternoon and this was the best image:
Poor guy tried his best. The background mixed with the print on my dress: my fault. The fact that no one, besides me, is looking at the camera and Claire's eyes are red from crying: _______'s fault. :)
Erik did do his best to make me feel wonderful by giving me a much needed girls night the evening before. The girls and I went to Cheesecake Factory for dinner and then a movie (Gravity - with Sandra Bullock). I can't remember the last time I did either of those things.
I felt rejuvenated after my girls night and the next day I asked Erik to try and take another photo. This one didn't turn out horrible, but it definitely wasn't up to my standards. At least we documented that I was there, that I now had short hair, had started filling in my eyebrows (they totally frame the face), that Claire had started posing with her hand on her hip, and that Ethan wasn't interested in the camera. Haha!
By that night, I felt much better thanks to Erik throwing me a surprise birthday party with all of our closest friends. I couldn't believe that he was able to keep it a secret. He even got me a cake! A leopard print cake at that! He was such a sweet husband to plan all of that for me and I really felt the love. Now I hope my 30s are as wonderful as my 20s.
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You've reached a big milestone in your life and have become a beautiful 'woman', inside and out. (That might sound too old, but that's what happens when you turn 30.) We're very proud of you.
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