Thirty.

Yesterday was my 30th birthday. Truth be told, it started out as a little bit of a bummer of a day; Brad was out of town for work, and I woke up in a bad mood. But then things improved as the day went on. I got flowers, I got phone calls from all the people I love, and a dear friend offered her babysitting services so I could go to the gym. Then, last night, two of my best friends came over and we watched Twilight, ordered Mexican food, and drank wine. As an added bonus, Liam has started sleeping better thanks to my self-designed "sleep training" (more on that in another post), so I got a decent night of sleep.

A few years ago, I had a very different vision of how I'd be celebrating my 30th birthday, which did not involve a quiet night at home. But you know what? Aside from Brad being gone, it was perfect. Not to brag, but really, who thought my life would be this awesome at 30 years old? I have an amazing, beautiful son who is the absolute love of my life; a wonderful husband who is my best friend; a great family; a fulfilling job; and a perfect home that is still standing (despite our best efforts to burn it down!). I never thought things could be this good.