I started this post on the eve of my actual birthday. I was pretty ready to bemoan the passing of my twenties. It read.
I have felt it all week. Each day I crept closer and closer to the end. The end of my twenties. I am mourning the passing. 30. Ugh. It just sounds so... so... well, old. With an October birthday, I'm used to being younger. The last one to turn 18. Met with anticipation. The last one to turn 21. Met with even more anticipation, but now... sigh. I'm 30. I mean the stress of it all. It should be read slowly with just a hint of whine and a touch of exasperation, shoulders slumped and with deep sighs interjected occasionally for dramatic effect.
But, for some reason, I woke up on my birthday totally okay with the whole thing. I think mainly because when it comes down to it no amount of whining or complaining will bring back my twenties, and birthdays, at least for me, are always good, no matter what. So, with one foot in front of the other, I enjoyed my day with my family. Here is how it went.
On Friday night, Dean and I went on a date. A real one. We finally found a babysitter, and our birthdays were the perfect opportunity to put her to use. What a great evening! The restaurant was near the water, and the atmosphere was great. We shared a bottle of wine and dined on seafood risotto and filet mignon. Definitely a delicious treat. We had adult conversation with no sippy cups, no high chairs, no toys. Just Dean and I enjoying each other while Noah slept peacefully at home.
Yesterday morning, we all got dressed with Noah and Dean dressing out for game day.

We went over to the mall, so I could pick out my birthday gifts. Thanks guys for the new coat and
Benefit cosmetics.
We had lunch at Chick-fil-A... Momma's choice.

While at the mall, we ran into some storm troopers, and Noah and Dean took a green screen picture with light sabers.
See Uncle PNut, LSU & Star Wars can go together.
In the afternoon, our friends Chuck, Jodie, and Billy came over to watch the game. Noah loved having a house full of people. He ran around the house chatting everyone up. When it was time to eat, he scooted to sit next to both Dean and I, and begged for scraps off our plates even though he had just finished eating his own meal. It was really cute. He had some trouble going down because of all the excitement.

After our guests left, Dean loaded up one of his birthday presents, Rock Band 2, and we played for a little while. What a great way to end my milestone birthday by totally fulfilling my dream of being a rock star. Happy birthday to me... and to my sweet husband too.