Twenty Eight

So, today I turned 28.

I always said that 27 would be my "scary year". My "I should be a grown up by now" year.  It was a good year. It was a scary year. I still don't feel like a grown up.

I feel like I've changed this year. Maybe the ones closest to me can see that. I'm still working on it. I have been given another day. Another go at it.

This weekend my husband surprised me with something priceless. Time.

Once we got home from church, he told me to pack a bag. And to hurry. His mom would be here soon.
We packed, we gave goodbye smoochies, and we headed out. Alone.

He booked a room at the Four Seasons and said I could do whatever I wanted to. So when we checked in I just laid in the bed. Enjoyed the quiet. Then, we hopped up and walked to the Dogwood Festival. No stroller. It was a beautiful day. We talked about how the kids would've loved it. We held hands. We went back, got showers and I laid around in my robe for hours. It's :kind of: the best robe there has ever been. We went to TAP for apps and drinks [Beck's Non-Alcoholic, Word!] And South City Kitchen for dinner. Have you ever had their shrimp & grits? Dead. I'm dead. We walked back to the hotel and rented a movie. I put my robe back on. I was asleep before 9.

I was up at 6. I watched the news, uninterrupted. in the quiet. In my robe. We got showers, and took as long as we wanted to. There were no children peeking in, and there was no hurrying to relieve the other one from chaos said children.

We went to Highland Bakery for breakfast. Because it's the best. They served me like I was 11 people. The most food I have ever seen on one plate. ohmyword. Have you had their peanut butter french toast? Get it.

We went back to the hotel to check out and K bought me a robe. Because it was the best. And he is the best. And it was the best time.

Since he took the day off we just took naps and played with kids and nothing else. He cooked a porterhouse and asparagus for dinner. We're eating ice cream for dessert. I gained 37 pounds in the last 24 hours. And that's how it's done.

I got the sweetest messages and phone calls today. People thinking of me. And all I could think about were my sweet parents. 28 years ago, they had 4 kids. My mom was 28. My dad was 32. Thanks for being crazy kids. Thanks for choosing life. Thanks for wanting juuuust one more. Thanks for loving me so sweetly for the last 28 years. I love you both like peanut butter french toast from Highland Bakery crazy.

Dogwood Festival

THE robe.

THE breakfast.

THE bump. 16 weeks! 

I've got 49 minutes left of this birthday, and I'm going to spend them with my boo. 

Happy Birthday to me. It was one for the books. 

Until Next Time, 

The Guff