Old Hags

It’s birthday day in our house today. I officially turned 31 at 9:49 this morning and my daughter turned 5 months at 5:04 a.m.

Here’s a picture of us last night, while I was still 30 and Addy was 4 months.

Here we are this morning, me as a 31-year-old and Addy as a 5-month-old. She’s very excited about all the awesome things that come with her age, like eating her fingers and sucking on her toes.

The overnight metamorphosis from young girls to elderly women is incredible and almost as undeniable as the sarcasm found in this sentence.

Happily, this birthday is a much less melodramatic event than last year’s “Sweet Jesus I’m Knocked Up and Turning 30” event. In fact, I am 100 percent okay with officially being in my thirties. Maybe it’s because I’m really happy with where I am in my life or because my baby is a good distraction from reality. But most likely, it’s because having a baby was life’s way of smacking me in the head hard enough to give me a better perspective on things. And for that, and so very many other things, I am grateful.

So, Birthday Gods, bring it on. I’m done being freaked out by you…at least until I turn 38 and start fretting my forties.

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