Now that I'm a real grownup and all...

So, as you know, I just hit a new decade milestone- the big 3-0. To say that I was excited would be an understatement. For some reason, having a husband, 4 kids, a dog, and a house didn't make me feel like a Real Adult, but being 30 did. Go figure. Couple this excitement with fact that I tend to have the most depressing birthdays ever (no, really), and this was a recipe for a year of change. I took matters into my own hands and decided to throw the most lavish, beautiful dinner party I could muster.  Several of my most treasured friends and relatives sat around the table and laughed, drank wine, wore makeup, and ate and chatted to our hearts content. It was magical, ya'll. 

 

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I was hoping to get more photos of the actual event, but since our children WOULD NOT SLEEP, my dear sweet husband was unable to break away to photograph the festivities.  Just know that it was a beautiful evening, and it was such a blessing to do something I love so much with and for my people that I hold so dear. 

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Also of note lately, remember how I said I'm a hippie wannabe? Well apparently 30 was the year predestined for me to jump over the line because in the past few weeks I have 1. Eaten kale every day (and LIKED it) 2. Gone gluten free (thanks to a case of thrush for me and sweet baby Edelweiss) 3. Rented a YURT for our family to "glamp" in next weekend. (Please say "yurt" out loud in a Swedish accent, resting on the "r" as long as possible.) 

I don't even know who I am anymore. 

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And finally, a few of my favorite things from the interwebses.  

1. This song from Andrew Peterson's latest album. I have a thing for sad songs. They're usually my favorite and I spend hours with them on repeat. I think that since my personality stays more "up" than "down", I need a little nudge to enter and explore any sadness I have rippling under the surface. My Love will often find me holed up in our room, tackling a load of laundry with some deep, reflective song on full blast and tears just pouring down my face. This one is a new favorite. Raw, honest, achingly beautiful, and dripping with hope.

 

 

2. This video makes me smile so much my face hurts. Adele is just fabulous as usual and James Corden is beyond adorable. 

 

3. I just learned that my beverage of choice, a vanilla earl grey latté, actually exists outside of my mind and has the best name. Dear ones, I give you the London Fog. It tastes like beauty in a mug. 

http://www.gimmesomeoven.com/london-fog-tea-latte-london-fog-drink/

 

 

 

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