I was born a long time ago.

When I was a little girl, around 8 or 9 years old, I remember pretending to be 31. Maybe 30 sound too easy or fake? It was always 31 in my mind. My little imaginary future world included two kids, a husband, and a dog. I also drove a limousine and was a paleontologist and could play the piano in my pretend dreams.Age 31 looked good to this little girl. And, now that I'm here, even though I never did discover any famous dinosaur bones, 31 is everything I could ever dream it would be.
Last weekend I realized just how much there really is to celebrate. Here I am, and with each year of life I feel more full, more love, and more content. By the time I'm 60 my head may just explode from sheer happiness! The week of my birthday could not have been any more beautiful than what it was. Returning from a Michigan trip, sharing time with my most favorite people, eating delicious meals, and being pampered were all on the agenda. On Friday, we celebrated. Big time.

We celebrated friendships forever.

We celebrated relationships.

We celebrated love.

We celebrated family.

I celebrated my Bellini.

We celebrated friends and family who make us laugh until we cry.

Then, we started playin' dirty.

My brother in law celebrated four rounds of tequila shots for us all.

Kinda goes downhill from here.

We celebrated 20 year old cheese.

I celebrated this beefcake.

Girls.

Brothers.

Hi Ryan.

Mike thinks Ryan is hilarious. Must be the tequila.

Matt says, "What are we doing!"

The boys are starting to look worried.

Amber told me the next day that I insisted on taking my camera to the bathroom because I thought it was my purse. Good thing I brought it along. Wouldn't have wanted to miss this moment!

Coffee with Baileys and three milk cake.

Throwing gang signs at my coffee while Amber plots my death, and Brit pretends she doesn't know me.

Snuggling while someone ruined our picture.


You know the kind of night where you wouldn't change a thing because everything in the whole world just lines up and you're happy and your friends are smiling at you and you just feel really content because it's summer and warm and you love your kids and your family is doing well and your best friends gave you friendship owls and gift cards and you hold your husband's hand and you are happy to finally have a brother and sister after a lifetime without them and you aren't worried too much about anything else except a nice dinner? That was my night. (And yes, I know that was a huge ass run-on sentence. It was for effect.) And here's the money shot folks:

Happy birthday to me. A quiet night at home with my two wishes. In 31 years, I've never known anything so wonderful as this girl and this boy. In a million years, nothing could make me happier.

Three.

Three musketeers. Three amigos. Three little pigs. Three blind mice. Three Stooges?

My guy.

Dareplanes are one of his favoire things.
Pies and bees are his least.
Ni-nos are totally awesome to him.
Nunu is his favorite drink.
He loves to see neighs, and he loves to tim with his wa wa wings.
Titi is his best friend, but sometimes he tells me titi mean.
He wears his pas nunning shoes when he's feeling speedy.
Neen is his favorite color, he even got a new neen ray har.
He loves for me to ree him a buh.
The kid still loves his kiki and didi.
He also loves to ho bibis.
That mine, Mommy uh, and me ha he he are often heard from this sweet boy.
I not bebe, I bebe. Depends on the day.
I bebe poo. The kids straight up needs to start potty training.
His doddie Hahie is his buddy.
He tells me I ov eeww.

A July day snapshot.

-Tennis for Regan and coffee for me.Tyler ran around and screamed, "Ball!" every time he saw a tennis ball, which is a lot at tennis practice. He's so special.
-Returned movies to Mom from our recent Michigan trip. (More to come on that! AHHHHH-MAZING!)
-First swim lesson for both kids. Tyler jumped on my head during his mommy and me swim, and guess who didn't bring a comb to lessons? Yay bangs! Also, after lessons, I used the restroom, and Regan stood outside the door. When I came out, she was wearing my sunglasses. I asked her what she was doing, and she responded very seriously, "I put these on so people would that I was a grown up dwarf. That way, no one would kidnap me."
-Lunch at Keyston Mall. Tyler ate his fortune cookie. And his fortune. Paper strips are good fiber, right?
- Apple store for an hour with two toddlers and puffy bangs. Walked out with a new phone and happy kids, thank goodness! Did you know it's required to wear Toms, have at least one tattoo, and be awesome to work at the Apple store? LOVE that place! One bummer is I now have exactly three contacts in my new phone. Lameness. I did realize in the past weeks though, that not having Facebook on my phone is great! I think I'm going to keep it that way. (I also have not watched a single minute of television in over two weeks.) It's interesting that being seemingly disconnected, actually keeps you amazing connected.
-Bestie is on her way over to help me with some projects. Gotta love that.