Quick recap of my passage into my third decade:
I’d go into our riveting match of Pictionary, but I wouldn’t want to paint my family in a light that portrays us as genitalia- or toilet-obsessed. So here I am in a rare forlorn-looking moment. Or maybe I’m ogling the presents on the coffee table.
L’Aventure birthday Rosé from Rob:
[ASOS eyelet tiered maxi skirt.]
We tried to remember my 10th birthday (some well-planned event in Richmond, I’m sure), my 20th birthday (disast-a-mundo-a-go-go!) and decided this one topped them all. “The end of your tumultuous twenties,” my dad said, scratching Eli on the cheek.
[My father art directs a shot.]
[Communicating with my new necklace. I’ve wanted one for more years than I can count, so I’m still in a bit of shock she’s mine.]
Man. What a fantastic birthday. Thanks for all the nice birthday wishes, kids. Seriously—had me smiling all day.
And because I decided despite being 30 I still feel about 19…