it's my birthday

At 1:08 p.m. on May 17th, 1974, my parents welcomed into this world their 5th child. They already had two boys and two girls, in that order. The perfect family! But I guess the idea of (at least!) one more tiny bundle was too much to resist and I was born.

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.

A handmade cake, gifts, and 41 macarons--now that's a great birthday!