Thirty.

Happy Birthday to me!



Pretty flowers make turning 30 less painful, right?



Although, I've decided it's not 30 that scares me. It's 35. And 36, 37, 38, 39 & 40.



But I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I?



I'm just going to enjoy right now & the place that I'm in: My beautiful, endearing, and always entertaining little girls, the wonderful man I'm going to grow old with, our adventures, and all the possibilities open to me.

Because really, I'm happy.
And I wouldn't trade that for 25.

xoxo—Lori

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I was greeted this morning with cupcakes!!!



The best kind, too. You know, the ones I don't have to follow with exercise!!





My girls sure know how to treat their Momma right!! :)
I could just squeeze them until they pop!! Love them so much.