Another Year Older

For the past month Peter has been telling anyone who would listen, "Soon Daddy will be thirty-one and Mommy will be thirty." I decided long ago to embrace whatever age I am, and it's a good thing, because otherwise that might have bothered me.

Bryan hit his latest annual landmark a few weeks ago. He likes his birthdays to be low-key, so we celebrated with In-N-Out, chocolate cake, and Super Mario Galaxy 2.

Yesterday was my day. I am now thirty. I'll admit, I like (okay, love) attention on my birthday. Most years I tell people for weeks in advance when my birthday is. This year I only told a handful of people. Is that a sign of maturity?

When I turned ten my birthday dinner of choice was a Big Mac. (Now I think they're gross.) My big exciting gift was a hula-hoop, and it was pretty cool. Although, I don't have many memories of actually using it beyond my birthday.

For my twentieth birthday I had two celebrations. One friend took me to Disneyland. Another friend took me hiking. I didn't realize we would be hiking and got seriously sun-burnt. I still had fun, but I think Disneyland may have won.

For my thirtieth birthday I enjoyed a delicious dinner that Bryan made, complete with watermelon and low-sugar cake. And I gave in to my nesting instincts and rearranged the boys' closet, which was precisely what I wanted to spend my day doing (seriously). Oh, and we had a really good High Council Speaker in Sacrament Meeting; how often do you hear that? It was a good day. There were no big parties or places to be, and that was kind of nice.

I wonder what I'll do for my fortieth birthday...