Born on this Day

Exactly one week ago today, I turned the BIG 30. Oh my goodness, I can't believe I just wrote that! I used to think that 30 was old, but now that I've reached it, I see that it's just a number. Thirty is not old by any means, especially considering that I want to keep blowing candles til I'm 100. Thanks to my guys, I had a beautiful 30th birthday. It started with breakfast in bed prepared by my husband. I told you he's AMAZING! Then I was serenaded with a beautiful song. Nope... my husband wasn't doing the singing. It was Tim McGraw singing "Just to See You Smile" from inside my birthday card. And, like the song says, my husband does just about anything just to see me smile. And, that's what I did when I opened the card. Inside was a membership for The Spa. Now I can zumba til the cows come home, skinny cows of course. They also surprised me with a clock I have been wanting for quite sometime now. The day continued with a trip to the quaint Appalachian town of Blowing Rock. As we made our way up the mountain, we noticed a sign which read, HWY TO CLOSE THURSDAY 12:00PM-2:00PM.

OH NO! Here it was 11:45a.m. The only other way we could reach our destination was to take the long 2 hour way around. So, we put the pedal to the medal and to our surprise, we made it through. I'd like to think that Someone above was looking out for me and making sure I'd have a nice day. Filled with trendy boutiques, delicious restaurants, beautiful churches, and a playful little park; Blowing Rock is a charming place to visit. It was more than just nice. It was a beautiful day for a birthday!

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Most moms have an obsession of photographing their families that they rarely are ever seen coming out from behind the camera. That's why Carin @ Forever in Blue Jeans created a new challenge for all blogging mamas. It's called 52 Weeks. Every week moms will be stepping away from their cameras and sharing the spotlights with their loved ones. Looking through my photos, I discovered that it's so true. I'm missing in action in most of the shots. And really it doesn't bother me one bit. Well......maybe just a little. I would have to say that when I look at pictures of me growing up, my favorites aren't the ones of me alone. They're the ones that capture me with my family, especially my parents. So, I'm excepting the challenge.

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