it's my birthday
So here I am now, 34 years old. I've had my lovely days doing cartwheels, made it through awkward skin problems and terrible hair style choices (sun-in bangs!), and now I'm just one year away from being 35.
Turning 34 is kind of like turning 11. You're already double digits, but you're not a teenager yet. So the birthday sort of comes and goes without much thought.
Luckily for me, I have a great family to send me birthday cheer from afar, a great husband to make me french toast, great kids that can sing to me in french and english, and some great friends who know how to put a smile on my face on my special day.