And....I'm 30!

This year I marked a personal milestone. As of the 30th of May, I am officially in my thirties. Dirty 30. 30, flirty, and thriving. 30 and fabulous, question mark? The big 3-0!
I can remember being in my early 20's and just dreading the day this would happen. I would complain to my friends, "I'm not married, I don't have any kids, and I'm going to be THIIIIRTEEEEE!" They thought I was nuts because 30 was 9 years and a lifetime away.
The day has arrived and here I am, happy and confident. Softening the blow is the fact that 1) I am married and totally in love with the Hubs, 2) I have a child, 3) I love my career, and 4) I have no regrets in my life. The leap from my 20's to my 30's was more of a hop. I can hardly tell a difference aside from the gift gravity gave my backside.
I had a wonderful birthday celebration with the fam. Celebrating with everyone turned my one day of birth into 3 weeks of paaartay! First up, the aforementioned "surprise" party with my step-mom and her fam. Then, for the actual day, my husband whisked me away to fabulous Las Vegas (our first trip without the boy). When we got back from Vegas, we had dinner and gifts at Rodrigo's with my Mom and Steve (I got WICKED tickets!). Lastly we are having a BBQ next week with my Mom, Steve, brother and cousins from Arizona.
I feel so positive about this transition and am looking forward to this decade. I hope I feel this upbeat in ten years. 30 and fabulous, question mark? Just 30 and fab, thank you very much!

Sort of Surprise

The boy, the Hubs, and I went to Garden Grove for an early Memorial day BBQ. We went for a late Mothers Day celebration for my step-mom/visit with her family. When we arrived we also found out we were celebrating Veronica's (my cousin Jermaine's girlfriend) birthday. So nice to see everyone as the last time we were all together was at my Dad's funeral.

Tyler and Grandma. That is Mason, my "cousin" Jennifer's great Dane. Tyler thought it

was a cow and every time he looked at it he said "moooooo".

After dinner, it was birthday time. Here's how it went:

Happy Birthday to you

Happy Birthday to you

Happy Birthday dear

ME: Veronica

EVERYONE ELSE: Megan!

Happy Birthday to me.

Lynda brought the cake out and put it in front of me. Very bittersweet but so thoughtful.

I don't know why I didn't put it all together. My birthday was still a week away and all I could think about was Vegas so they did a good job of surprising me. We ate cake, opened presents, drank Maggies.
One our family traditions is on some one's birthday, not only does the birthday girl/boy get presents but, so does the Hubs and the boy.

Gifts from Grandma and Aunt Brenda. Someone is SPOILED!

Apparently, a new tradition is to get the birthday girl stuffed with as many Maggies as can fit in her belly. 2 Margaritas...why is it always Aunt Brenda's goal to get me drunk?

Me and my wonderful step-mom, Lynda. She has been taking such good care of me since
my Dad passed and we have grown so much closer.


The boy decided to end the evening by getting a drink from the garden fountain. He put his
sippy cup in the stream and then sucked the water off the top. So cute!

Thanks everyone for a great start to the birthday celebrations!