Thirty one.

Yesterday was my birthday and I partied like it was my birthday. And by partied I mean I took my mom and my 4 year old niece to the pumpkin patch then had a nice dinner at my parent's house with plenty of kitchen dancing. My 30th year was a mix of wonderful (finally made that trip to London!) and very difficult (my mom's stroke and my dad's struggle with cancer), but I was just plain grateful to be able to spend the day with loved ones and be happy with the little things. Like a beautiful bin of pumpkins and my niece making silly faces every time we tried to take a picture.



But 31 is going to be even better. I can feel it.