31 Years.

 

Today is my birthday. The big 3-1. That is just...weird. It sounds so old! ha! It's been a tremendously fantastic year for me; chock full o' life-changing events, happy times, growth, and laughter. One more year to relish in the idea that I don't look my age, though I haven't really the foggiest of ideas as to what a thirty-something should look like...I do have an inkling that I'll be clinging to that idea for years to come, despite the more-than-a-dozen glittery silver hairs and tiny crow's feet taking residence. (Admittedly, I think crow's feet make for "smiling eyes", so I don't mind them much at this point.)

To celebrate my birthday this year, a few of my nearest and dearest  met up with me at our favorite, local taco truck this past Friday (where I killed 2 al pastor tacos and 2 asada tacos. YUM!) Then Mr. & Mrs. M came over for cake, blueberry fro yo, and board games (P.S. Outburst is a new favorite!)

First, let me say that I made myself a lovely little birthday cake this year and was very excited. It was a white cake (with a bit of brown sugar because I ran out of white), cherry-vanilla filling, and pink vanilla frosting with clear sugar sprinkles, topped with a vintage wooden spool for a candle holder and handmade bunting on the front. It was pretty, let me tell you what! But...disgusting. Which I find endlessly hilarious. Everyone ate it, said it was good, and couldn't understand why I didn't like it, but whether they meant it remains to be seen. I didn't even finish my piece, I thought it so bad. That's what I get for using a new recipe. Better for me than on someone else's birthday!

So, there you have it. My birthday cake story. Today, I think we'll celebrate quietly with hot dogs and mac-n-cheese for dinner and, perhaps, a scoop of  Jeni's to make up for my cute-yet-inedible birthday cake.