In April, I turned 34. THIRTY FOUR. That's solid mid-thirties now. Like real adult aged. You know, I think I've been waiting for this for awhile, actually. I'm pretty sure my soul has been mid-thirties for a couple of decades now. And this is the life:
Playdate with dearest friend and our sweet kiddos by day:
Date night with wonderful thoughtful husband by night:
And the sweetest family any girl could ever wish for. (Plus yummy cake made by another great friend).
Thirty-four feels just right to me. Time can stop right here.