This is 31.

Yesterday, I turned 31. 


31.


31.


OMG. I don’t even like the sound of it! I feel like I’m still 21 at heart, just trapped in a 31 year old body. They say it’s harder to lose weight after 30 and boy, they weren’t lying!  


31 looks worlds different than 21 did. 10 years ago, I was 3 weeks away from getting married, just signed a lease on our first little apartment together and was SO excited to order a Pina Colada at Red Lobster. (And I didn’t even get carded!) I may not have even recognized the 31 year old me back then. In 10 years, I’ve become a mom of 3, have lived in 4 different states and ordered a bottle of fancy Cabernet at my Birthday dinner with the boys. 


Life is so full now. Not that it wasn’t great back then, but I love this time. The chaos, the noise, the re-gifted toys, messily wrapped in Christmas paper; it’s all I dreamed of. I’ve become less worried about little things, messes and perfection in the past 10 years, making it possible to enjoy more moments. 


Life moves fast. 


While there are days I feel I’m drowning, and more shower-less days than clean ones, age has taught me to prioritize. Life is just too short to worry about how many toys are on my floors or the fact that I rarely fold laundry. Or, trying to get the “perfect” family picture and instead, settling on the one that is true of our lives right now. Attitudes, dressing themselves and all. 

So I soaked up every minute of fun on my day yesterday, embracing 31 in all it’s glory.

And by every minute, I do mean it. I started and finished the day, at midnight, bouncing my baby. I bet he wasn’t sleeping, just to help me celebrate to the fullest. Of course he’ll sleep through the night tonight, right? Hahaha.