Today I turned 31.
Little ones sang.
Sweet friends called, sang, sent messages and the like.
I got to tell my mom thank you for waiting 2 extra weeks for me to come out.
My kids cried.
And we watched Kung Fu Panda.
Though nothing about this day was “ideal”, it was so beautiful and I’m just so grateful.
PS: We launched our children in the air and it was epic. I’d tell you that no children were harmed in the process, but I’d be lying. But they weren’t hurt too badly. Promise.
Favorite picture. I die. And my mom probably just had a heart attack.