I post with a title like that can only mean one thing.
Today is my 33rd birthday.
Last year I wrote a great post on how I feel about birthdays now that I have children. It's funny how becoming a parent makes you see things differently.
Last night Lincoln told me he wanted to give me an envelope. He meant a card (lol). And then my sweet boy asked me if he could be invited to my birthday party. Enter my heart bursting into a million pieces. I told him he is my party. You should have seen the smile on his face.
While there may not be a big party, I'm totally okay with that. I have these sweet crazy adorable boys to enjoy my day.
That is the greatest gift in the world.