I like to joke that I was trying to take pictures even in my newborn photos. See my pretend camera?
I absolutely love looking back at baby photos. My baby photos, Sean's baby photos, Dylan and Kate's baby photos, I pretty much love everyone's baby photos. I once had a few of the people who read my blog--most of them people I had never met--send me their baby photos and I posted them in a big baby photo blog post. I even loved those baby photos and I didn't know what some of the people looked like as adults. So my birthday is a great excuse to post some old photos. See if you can find me in some of these.
As a tiny baby:
As a toddler:
Preschool and grade school:
Middle school and high school:
I'm having fun. Shall I keep going?
College:
And then I met Sean, we bought a house, adopted dogs, had three kids. My twenties--with my little family--have been the best years of life. Except for 29. My 29th year will of course always be special to me because I gave birth to my little Kathleen, but it will always be the worst because of my thyroid cancer diagnosis. I've felt so sick this year. So I've got my fingers crossed that 30 will be just as great love-wise and much better in health.
Today I turned thirty with my Love and little Loves. I woke up to a handmade card from Dylan, my first ever Dylan-made card, he had drawn a picture of me. I knew it was coming. He woke me up on Friday morning and said,
"Mom! I made you a big present with Daddy last night while you were at the store. Wanna see it?...Yeah, it's a surprise. Do you wanna see it?...For your birthday. Oh God, Mom, you are incredible!"
I think it looks just like me.
We had a routine day around here, went grocery shopping, played a bunch, cuddled. The usual.
This afternoon I blew up some balloons and both kids were ecstatic.
I'll admit, I was pretty ecstatic about the balloons, too.
Thirty feels absolutely no different to me. I didn't have a pre mid-life crisis or anything. I'm just so happy for 29 to end. I told a family member that I feel eighty and look fifteen. It's also easier to turn thirty when your husband is turning forty in three weeks. ;) So thank you for all of the wonderful, wonderful birthday messages. Here's to sixty more years of happiness!