28.

Wednesday was Harper's due date, which means it was also my 28th birthday. (I honestly had to do the math on that, I really could not remember how old I am).

It's no secret that I really don't care for my birthday. Year after year, something bad always happens on or around my birthday. But this year?

Nothing but happy things.

I mean look at this.

Delicious.

I am so thankful for everything. So, so thankful. I woke up to breakfast in bed served by my oldest nugget. Harper and I cuddled all morning, we watched Lion King and then my bestest topped it all off by dropping off my favorite pizza and mozzarella sticks for lunch. And mini eggs. 

All of which are gone. Sorry, I'm not sorry. Breastfeeding makes me ravenously hungry!

Here's to another year of absolute blessings, happiness and lots and lots of kiddy cuteness.