I spent the weekend celebrating my birthday.
The big 2-9.
I decided on raspberry crisp & ice cream instead of cake.
It's my party, I'll have crisp if I want to.
I keep joking that I need to enjoy this year - the final year of my youth - but in reality I'm feeling great about getting older. My life is happier than it's ever been. I have a fabulous husband, the cutest little red-haired baby boy, and I'm finding joy in my life each day.
I was telling my son about birthdays (you know, because he's only 3 months old and has never seen a birthday party before) and as I was explaining about blowing out the candles to make a wish, I realized I didn't know what to wish for this year because he is my wish come true.
What a great birthday.