This is how I look when I turn 29.
This is how I look when I turn 30.
My hair is so…..shiny. And yes, that is the same shirt as 29.
This is how I look when I turn 31 and I’m about to eat a red velvet cupcake.
And, today, this is how I look when I turn 32.
Happy Birthday to me.
Happy Birthday to Ryan, too! Can you believe we share the same birthday (yes, day AND year!)? It’s true and not nearly as fun as it might sound. I’m sort of a major brat on my/our birthday, wanting things really special and personal. It’s my/our cross to bear, actually.
But Ryan doesn’t know how old he is; he is always forgetting. Ask him today and he’ll say either 30 or 35. He works in increments of five, usually.
Here he is at 25. (Actually, 29.) He has that adorable graduate-school-causes-me-to-contemplate-suicide look.
And here he is at 30. (Actually, almost 30.)
Here he is at the ripe old age of 35. (Actually 31.)
And, finally, today again at 35 or maybe 40, here is my birthday boy. (Actually 32.)
