TWELVE TWELVE TWELVE!
When I was a kid, I’d say, “My birthday is 12 12 84. And if you add 8 and 4 together, you get 12. So 12 12 12.”
My day has finally come.
This morning I drank two glasses of dark chocolate almond milk. TWO. I’m living life on the wild side.
Then I admired my birthday gift.
And then Claire begged to go to work with Matt because they finally started building the newest PNC building downtown, and you can conveniently see it from Matt’s office window. She even tearfully said, “I won’t even ask any questions! I’ll sit and color!”
Matt was about two seconds from caving when I said, “How about you play Mario Kart, instead?”
But first I made her bring the recycling to the curb.
Moms. We’re SO. MEAN.
So yah. I’m 28 now. I guess not officially until six or something tonight, but yup. I’m in my late twenties officially. That’s cool. Because in my 28 years I’ve done quite a lot. I’ve had 3.7 babies, drawn some awesome things, made some cool friends and baked a lot of cakes. If that’s not happiness, I don’t know what is.
I’ve also learned what true love is at the young age of 20. And today he still proves how much he loves me every day, just by being him, being thoughtful, being true. We don’t have to say I love you every day. We don’t have to buy each other extravagant gifts. We just live life every day respecting each other. Plus he changed Mae’s nasty diaper before he left for work.
If that’s not love…
So today I’m going to do the bare minimum. Drink chocolate milk. Go to the gym. Have dinner made for me and hopefully eat some cake from Oakmont.
And lastly, since I just have to, and it’s my birthday and I’m pregnant (I’m pulling out all the cards,) don’t forget about Claire’s project! Click here if you want to donate something more! She’s kicking some major ass in this effort.
If that doesn’t make you want to donate, then let’s try this: