Do you see the wisdom pouring from my eyes? I know, I know, it's hard not to be overwhelmed by my wisdom and beauty in my old age. I think maybe it's equally as difficult to not be terrified of my attack-mouth.
This was a picture I didn't mean for anyone to see but the man who took it and the girlfriend who sent me my birthday bouquet, hence the mug that can only serve to scare little children from their sleep...but I didn't get any other pictures ON my actual birthday. I did, however, get pictures the night after when we were out to dinner celebrating with two friends because another precious friend offered to watch the boys so we could go out.
Miserable attempt at a picture, Lauren. Take two:
So as I reflect on life, I see that my 29 years find me married to my best friend with two sons that I'm completely smitten for, preparing to end our military career, soon to buy our first home, with more high-quality friendships in life than I would ever dream of hoping for. God has been so good to us. Turns out 29 is pretty stinking divine.