Today is my birthday. The big 2-8.
It's weird, but it's kind of snuck up on me this year. I'm usually all about my 'birthday week' because, you know, a day is not nearly enough time to fully celebrate me! But not this year.
I guess that happens when you have a child. Your life is no longer all about you. My days are filled with caring for an infant, not thinking about what presents I want, where I want to go to dinner, or which one of my friends will or will not call me.
I have more important things to worry about now. And I couldn't be happier to be spending the day with this little munchkin!
I do still worry about if my husband will remember or not...
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