I Want Her To Be Forever Young
The other night, as we sat giggling in my daughter’s bed discussing how much fun her birthday party was, I realized this is such a big moment.
The other night, as we sat giggling in my daughter’s bed discussing how much fun her birthday party was, I realized this is such a big moment.
I’m officially in the final week of my thirties and to be honest, I’m actually struggling a bit with this one. I thought I’d be excited and sort of let time roll along, but turning forty is a pretty major milestone and it’s made me reflect on all the things (good and bad) that happened during the decade of my thirties.
We usually hold their birthday party in early December—right smack dab in the middle of their birthdays—which makes its prime thrifting time.
The other night, as we sat giggling in my daughter’s bed discussing how much fun her birthday party was, I realized this is such a big moment.
I’m officially in the final week of my thirties and to be honest, I’m actually struggling a bit with this one. I thought I’d be excited and sort of let time roll along, but turning forty is a pretty major milestone and it’s made me reflect on all the things (good and bad) that happened during the decade of my thirties.
We usually hold their birthday party in early December—right smack dab in the middle of their birthdays—which makes its prime thrifting time.