Last week, I turned the big 3-0. It’s funny how the closer you get to a certain age, the younger that age seems. I never really thought 30 was old, but I do remember thinking turning 3o would be big. Monumental, even. And while it was definitely anti-climatic, it was perfect. I spent the day with my sweet 2 week old baby boy and 2 bed-ridden, flu-infested (but still sweet) girls… Read More