10/12/2015

twenty-eight//a walking cliche

On Saturday I turned twenty-eight. I remember I was so excited, way back when, to reach double digits and now... now I'm all grown up. 28. Wow. I'm a walking cliche. Wanna know what I requested for my birthday? I wanted to share berries in bed with my kid. That's all I wanted for breakfast. For the rest of the day I just wanted my kid by my side. Cliche.

I would hate myself if my kid weren't so darn cute.

But really... I'm a very lame twenty-eight year old. 5 years married. 4 year old kid. Very much attached to pyjamas and bed. But if this is twenty-eight {and on} then I'm really excited to get older because life is pretty darn wonderful.

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