And so, on 31 October, I quietly turned 32 years old.

OK fine, I lie.

I did do a bunch of birthday lunches and dinners and shennanigans with family and friends.. but I either didn’t photograph them (too lazy, too busy enjoying the in-the-moment), or I did but haven’t gotten around to blogging it yet (maybe eventually).

But really, no big party or WHAM BAM IT’S MY BIRTHDAY EVERYONE, cos I just feel kinda old and over the birthday business. To me, it’s simply an excuse to go out with friends, and most of all, to light candles so my kids can gleefully sing Happy Birthday and blow out the candles for me.

Because, these days, it’s really only a happy birthday if I’m celebrating it with my family, and that my kids are happy.

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UP-OkuEOY8M

And, just like that, I’m one year older.

But I don’t fear aging. I am where I want to be in life. I have a husband and two children to show for it, and I’m satisfied. Life is good 🙂