Well, friends... I'm officially thirty. Gone are the carefree 20-something days, and now ahead are the domesticated, settled down days full of hubbies (Well, hopefully only one hubby) and kids. Or so I was told in about 50% of my birthday cards. So I celebrated my birthday the only way I knew how... Immaturely. I pushed aside the urges from family and friends to "just have a nice, mellow dinner somewhere" and opted for a fun-tastic extravaganza of silliness. Because if you looked up those words on wikipedia or in a dictionary, I would want my picture to appear. When my mom asked about the "theme" so she could buy decorations, my answer was "AWESOMENESS"... which frustrated her beyond belief. But I couldn't put a label on how I felt.. I am not Over The Hill, and I'm not the type of girl to wear a pink frilly dress and a tiara. And my Dad just couldn't grasp the concept of a Bounce House... "Jamie, there aren't even going to be that many kids there...." "Dad!! I'M the kid!"
But in the end, it was a complete success. That was hands down the best birthday I've ever had. And although at times I was a little overwhelmed at how great of a turnout there was.. There is no greater feeling in the world than being in a place filled with the ones you love. And that includes the ones not able to make it that night as well. I really do feel like the luckiest girl.. er, woman.. in the world to be blessed with the friends and family I have. And here's to 30 more years of good times together... hopefully filled with more bounce houses! Wink Wink!
That is me in the corner having SO.MUCH.FUN!
