Thirty.

first picture as a 30 year old. in my bathroom.

I woke up this morning as a thirty year old.

I woke up with a speckled dog snuggled warmly to my belly and a freckled husband against my back. I got an early morning phone call from my mother during which she sang me the "happy birthday" song from the El Chico restaurant in Shreveport, Louisiana and ended it with a rousing "OLE". She also reminded me that thirty years ago at that exact moment she was in a world of hurt, but that I was worth it. I got an amazing birthday tweet from one of my best bitches, Liz, who coincidentally gave me a Murder By Death cd last night. I blared it as I barrelled down I-85 towards Haw River. I ate a blood orange and drank a very delicous coffee.

I am very happy to be in my thirties. I am very lucky to have made it out of my twenties unscathed. I am lucky to know you all. I am lucky to live the life I lead.