The Big 3-0

Last weekend was my 30th birthday. It was easier than I thought it might be. I didn't feel any older. And after checking in the mirror when I got up, I didn't notice any more wrinkles. There very well could have been more gray hair, but that did go unnoticed. I asked Joel quite a few times through out the day and the rest of the weekend, if he was going to be trading me in for a "younger" model now that I was 30. He said he'd mulled it over, and decided not now. :)
Chrissy came down for my birthday. So when she got here, we headed to the mall. Because of course I needed a new outfit for my birthday. Then it was time to get ready for dinner. It was a surprise as to where we were going. Joel and my mom took me to Bucca di Beppo. So good.

Making my wish.

Doesn't Jose look thrilled? (Thanks for coming Jose. For real, I mean that.)

The pimp.

"Yo, what up?"

Chris looking cute. (So glad you were here. Wish you where here always.)

Joel and Mom, thank you both for making my birthday a special day. I really had a wonderful day. And thank you for my gifts! I love you both.

Mom, thanks for waiting a minute for me - always.

Joel, thanks for deciding not to trade me in just yet.