Today is my 30th birthday. On the 30th. Yeah, I just admitted it. I'm 30. Crazy!
Isn't it funny how much things can change in just a year? For my 29th birthday, I lazed about on the sandy beaches of Jamaica, watched cliff divers plummet to the water at Rick's Cafe and didn't have a care in the world or a clue of what was to come that year. This year, I'm writing this post as I'm covered in spit-up and spilled breast milk, functioning on little sleep and staring at my two-month-old son with a whole heart full of love.
While having a child restricts us from vacationing in Jamaica and such, the trade off was well worth it. He might be a cuddly little monster, but he's the best birthday present ever.
Now bring on the cake!