THIRTY

Well, it happened.  I turned thirty last week.  I was dreading it, seriously dreading it.  I'm not sure why--I guess it just sounded old.  But my fantastic, loving, best-husband-ever made it wonderful.  Alan planned a throw-back party for me on the Saturday night before my actual birthday.  He invited lots (over 50!) of my good friends to join us at Westmorland Park for party subs, cupcakes, hot cider, and Capture the Flag.  I used to play Capture the Flag every night during the summer; I love Capture the Flag.  The party was a blast.  It was the perfect way to start 30.  I only wish I had more pictures, or even one good one.

For my real birthday, which is usual a bummer for me since I can't spend it with my twin sister, a dear friend took me out for breakfast to La Brioche.  It was wonderful food, wonderful company.  Then I received 30 postcards, all at once, from my friend Meg (5th grade friend).  She wrote one word on each postcard, so that I had to piece them all together to create my birthday message.  Meg is the queen of postcards.

On the evening of my birthday, we ate at the Hubbard Avenue Diner.  Such good food.  Then we indulged in a cherry cheesecake.  Yum.

You know what?  Thirty was my best birthday in years.  Maybe it's not gonna be so bad.