It happened on Wednesday last week. The clock ticked and the calendar flipped and suddenly I was 33. Thirty three!
I told my mom that I felt super old now and she assured me that I'm not. My response? Look who is talking... she was married at 19 and done with kids by 25. I was a preteen by the time she was 33.
Despite having the usual eat-a-super-fast-dinner-because-we-have church-at-6:30 on my birthday, Grady surprised me with an Oreo ice cream cake.
Grady also arranged his work schedule to be home Thursday afternoon so I could enjoy an hour massage. Ooooh... this may have possibly trumped the Oreo ice cream cake. I think that if we're ever gazillionaires I'm going to request weekly massages. Forget manicures. Forget facials. Forget shopping. I just want a deep rub for an hour straight... with no lights and no sounds and no interruptions. *Bliss*
Thanks, Babe, you did good. Real good!
We have the best girl to watch our kids and we never think twice when we walk out the door and leave three little ones with her. A screaming Annalyse? Doesn't phase her. A high-energy Grady Lee? Doesn't bother her. A willful Micah? Doesn't worry her.