My mom kind of spoiled me, growing up we would get a birthday week; a week of "happy birthdays", a week of choosing the meals, a whole week. Then I met Paul and he jumped on the birthday week bandwagon and continued to spoil me. Then I had kids. This morning, I woke to "I'm hungry, can you bake us some muffins?" It was barely 7:30 and I hadn't even had coffee yet. My oh my, have times changed.
Birthdays are definitely different now. But I can't imagine anything better than sitting between my babies and blowing out the candle on my ice cream cake. I'm one lucky 33 year old!!!
Happy birthday Jill! You make 33 look great!
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