Last month, when the twins’ personal mentor/life coach, our friend, Marisa, came to meet Meredith, Samantha and Amelia were telling her all about how old they were (THREE…NO, TWENTY…NO, SIXTEEN!). When Marisa asked how old Mommy was, Amelia replied, “I don’t know. She won’t tell us!”

I have no idea where they got that from since I’ve never withheld my age or acted like it was a big deal in front of them. Out of the mouths of babes!

I thought Amelia’s comment was fitting in light of the fact that I was about to turn thirty–er–29 for the second time.

Jake and the girls helped celebrate such a big milestone in grand fashion, treating me to breakfast in bed, sparkler candles and my favorite decadent flourless dark chocolate cake from Susie Cakes, complete with sparkler candles, homemade cards, a spa day and most of the weekend off to do whatever I wanted in peace… best present ever! Jake and I went out for a birthday dinner date, as well as with friends over the weekend, and we even got treated to a yummy post-Passover matzoh fry breakfast at Aunty Lynn’s house. We continued birthday celebrations into the week by taking a trip out to Palm Springs (never a real vacation with kids, but fun to get away, nonetheless).

I’m not one to really care how old I’m turning, but ending my twenties definitely felt like a big deal, not because of the number necessarily, but more so due to the fact that it made me realize how quickly time is flying. By the time this decade is over, my littles won’t be so little anymore and that makes me a wee bit teary eyed.

I guess the lesson I can learn from my birthday reflections is to enjoy it while it lasts and to not sweat the small stuff (whining, insane energy levels, and epic messes all included). Here’s to turning 29 again… the age I will stay forever!

Lots of love,