On Turning 32

My 30th birthday really didn't bother me. I expected to be bothered; waited for the bothering to happen, but it wasn't so bad. I don't even remember my last birthday so I can't say how I felt then, but this year I'm 32. I'm 32 years old and THAT is sort of bothering me. 30 may have been more of a milestone, but turning 32 already, well that means I'm just trucking right on through my 30s at warp speed. Bother.

I'm not too concerned with aging well. My mom is gorgeous so I'm intending to follow in her footsteps. I did, however, take a moment recently to peer very closely at myself and noticed that the scowl lines between my eyebrows appear to be permanent. I really should have stopped scowling a long time ago. My husband once told me that my natural, relaxed, every day expression is a scowl. Not exactly a compliment, no, but true enough evidently.

But enough waxing philisophical about my age and onto the events. For my birthday my sweet hubby had flowers delivered. This is special because I never get flowers. EVER. I love flowers dearly but I consider them to be an enormous waste of money as they only last a few days. I'd rather you give me the cash and send me shopping. Every once in a while though, it's just so darn sweet.

My kids gave me the all the equipment needed to make my own espresso every morning. An espresso maker, coffee grinder and a huge box of white chocolate mix. We are working out the kinks still on preparing the perfect cup, but it's coming along. Hubby made me one the other night that accidentally had five shots of espresso in it. I didn't realize it until later when I kept eyeballing the couch and wondering if I could jump over it.

A few days after my birthday, my business partner (I love saying that), Tracy, picked me up for a photo shoot and off we went to Lonestar restaurant to recreate some wedding reception photos for a couple celebrating their ten year anniversary.

NOT.

When we walked through the doors (me looking homeless and carrying a bunch of gear) all my favorite friends (in Alaska) jumped out and shouted SURPRISE (and other things) at me.

Wow. That was a...well, it was a surprise. That's for sure. We had dinner and a very crafty ninja/fruit snack decorated birthday cake. They gave me a box filled with my favorite things including a new camera bag, sour patch kids, ninja toys, movie tickets, Starbucks gift cards, jewelery, a scarf and hat AND mountains and mountains of assorted fruit snacks.

I must say, I have the greatest friends EVER. I heart them muchly.

So, aside from feeling a little older, turning 32 has been pretty freakin' awesome thus far.