Officially pushing 30.

So, I completely forgot that Aunt M was coming over to cook lasagna tonight. Yesterday, I knew in my mind that she was planning on coming over, but somehow today I completely banished this thought from my mind and thought that I would be spending the evening with La, as usual, eating leftover pasta.

Well.

I picked La up from school at the normal time and walked home. I unlocked my door around 5:40 this evening, expecting to see my home as I left it. I walked in and immediately knew that something was wrong because the light in the entry-way was on. Then I saw a person standing in my living room.

I just about jumped out of my socks. 

I literally did a little hop and let out a little yelp. And then I realized that it was Aunt M, who had come over to make her famous lasagna in honor of my 27th birthday (which is happening this Sunday). How could I have forgotten? What a nice way to celebrate a birthday! Stuffing my face with my two favorite people in the world.

So, I quickly calmed my anxious nerves with a glass of prosecco (thanks Kate!) and allowed myself to relax a bit. I changed out of my dress clothes and into an old, beat-up Miami t-shirt and a worn-out pair of sweats. I moseyed around the house aimlessly drinking my wine, and finally Aunt M looked at me, unable to contain her secret any longer, and said that I might want to at least put a bra on, because we were having a couple of people over.

And that's when it occurred to me that I would really be celebrating my birthday tonight.

All I can say is that by the end of the evening our tummies were full of Aunt M's yummy lasagna and that we were all a little bit tipsy. But it was a good time (and THANK GOD Aunt M told me people were coming over because I might have killed her for letting me entertain guests in a braless, sweat-suited state. Especially when certain people showed up in jackets and neckties!).

I remember when 30 seemed old. Now it seems so incredibly young. 

I'm ready for 27. Another year to relish. Another year to fly right though, wishing it could last longer. Another year to be endlessly grateful for.