I celebrated my 34th birthday on Wednesday.

While I’m not a spring chicken anymore, I don’t think I’m ready to yell at kids to get off my lawn.

Have I figured out what who I really am?
Uh, no.

Do I know what I want to do after my youngest starts going to school?

Is there actually anything I do know at the age of 34?
Steven Universe is freakin’ awesome show.
Disneybounding at a wedding is perfectly acceptable.
I will ship Clara and Danny forever and ever.
Donuts with rainbow sprinkles are the best.

Cupcakes baked by your husband and daughters will taste 1000 times better than any bought in a bakery.

Photo by My Parents

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