it's safe to say my birthday is over.

it's november 21 and there are loads of other birthdays to celebrate.

i'm relinquishing the glory and giving it up to the rest of you 9-months-post-valentine's-day babies out there.

cheers!

i had major plans for a birthday recap post.

there were major events to document! 

my mom flew in, andi came from boise, lara came from colo, we shopped, we ate well, we crossed four county lines, we ditched church, and in the end jen threw a party that cross pollinated the people from the segments of my life - family, work, personal, san diego, single, and salt lake.

but i only have one picture from the whole event...

it's of lara.

opening my birthday presents.

on sunday morning.

while i hid under a blanket.

because i was too afraid to do it myself.

 

{it's real, y'all.  birthday anxiety is real. presents are scary, and so is the lack of control that comes when other people try to celebrate you. if anyone doubts it, please refer to the out-of-body anxiety/panic in the events prior to my actual birthday that led to regrettable immaturity. i acted soooooo 29 right then.}

the out of state travelers are home, the cake's all gone. and i'm in a mad dash to get birthday present wrapped for another birthday girl's celebration tonight. so i will give it up. it got more than its proper share of love + attention.

and still, i consider myself the luckiest 30 year old alive.