On Thursday, I'll celebrate my 29th year. I'm looking forward to it, and not just because I suckered my dad into making potato salad (might not sound like a big deal to you, but it is LITERALLY my favorite food, and I would eat it every day if it weren't such a pain to make). But I am truly celebrating my last year of my second decade. I'm enjoying the person I'm growing into, I am loving learning how to be a mom, and I'm cherishing the way the relationships I hold dear have grown.
Not to mention the loot. Birthday loot is almost as good as Christmas loot.
