Today I started my last year in my 20s.

I have mixed feelings about it too.

There's something lovely and kind about still being twenty-something.

But oh, it will be nice to not see raised eyebrows when people find out I'm 29 and I have 3 kids

(not that it really happens that often).

But being 30 sounds like I've begun to arrive and become my own.

Perhaps I'm adding too much weight to the number of years of life.

Today was just like any other Friday.

Waking up early, walking to school, playing with friends, running errands, walking to school, playing with friends and passing the time until Dad comes home.

But then, after school, while walking to the bank and Trader Joe's, Jon called.

The other intern on the service volunteered to cover for Jon and sent him home.

Having him home a few hours early was the best gift ever.

My favorite part of this picture is Hultz's expression.

I have no idea what he's doing or thinking but it's hilarious.

After dinner we read books and giggled.

My cup runneth over.

Everyone wanted cuddles before bedtime.

Jon tried to snap a sweet picture of my babes.

Instead, he captured moments of our real life.

After everyone was asleep, one of the other pediatric residents came over to stay with the kiddies and Jon and I snuck out for ice cream and a sweet little used bookstore.

Quiet and calm and real.

It was a lovely birthday.