"thirty flirty & thriving, thirty flirty & thriving"

It's officially official. I AM 30 and I am pleased as punch.
My 20's were beyond superb, but I'm anxious to see what my 30's hold.


So cheers to me & My next 30....wait...that will make me 60!..holy crap cakes!

Porter was my fab photographer

I woke up to my birthday balloons in all their glory & my special birthday message on my new chalkboard that Ryan made me.

I haven't gotten flowers in years & years. I don't like them. They stink, they're expensive, they shrivel up and die. not my thing. infact I have always told Ryan I'd much rather have a diet vanilla coke and a whatchamacallit.

I'm not gonna lie, when I saw that floral truck pull up I thought I was gonna pee in my pants! I was so excited.

   Ryan thought he'd get away with getting me flowers if he said they were from the kids.
Ha ha ha- the card was supposed to say "Happy 30th birthday Love the Kids." ha ha. not quite Reed floral, but close.