Thirty

I'm 30 years old now, as of the 12th.  I had one weird moment where I felt a little sad about getting older, and then I didn't care anymore.  Ha.  

The kids had all made me cards, which they hid under my pillow and said I could open in the morning. 

All day, any time they remembered, they'd bow to me and call me "Your Thirties", which was sort of a spin off of "Your Highness" I gathered.

 Then I spotted a cake box in the fridge with this sweet message from my husband:

Our day was pretty normal, Jess had to work and the kids and I just hung out at home.  They were especially into stickers that day, so we were all covered in them.

Late in the afternoon some kids knocked on the door, selling candybars.  I talked to them, bought one, and then when I shut the door Cason goes "Shouldn't you take the stickers off your face?"  Haha.  I had them ALL over my face while I talked to the kids. 

Jess made me delicious lasagna for dinner, and the kids threw me a party.  While they set up, they wanted privacy, so I went to my room and got to cuddle a napping girl while watching Netflix on the Kindle.

The party meant I got to relax on the couch mostly, watching them dance to some of my favorite music.  Paige did this birthday dance for me:

Then we had that cake that got me called a Bozo.

 

 It was pretty much my ideal evening.