These were my real present. They look sort of dorky in this picture, but I got my first pair of "nice" sunglasses that I'm sure will do a great job of protecting my aging eyes from the sun.
Tonight as I got home from work considerably later than usual, listened to the girls talk about their day, visited with Kevin about our weekend and plans for the week, ate dinner with the family, watched the girls dance around the their favorite Taylor Swift songs, listened to the girls sing at the top of their lungs as they took a shower, laughed at the crazy ways the baby was moving around, cuddled with Londyn while listening to Skylar read Green Eggs and Ham for the 785th time which now includes expression and leading questions, I couldn't help but think 30 is good. At this point in my life there is no place else I'd rather be, there's nothing more I could ask for. It's perfectly imperfect, and I love it.