This morning was my last to wake up as a 29-year-old.
I don’t think there’s any other age where I’ve noticed this before…like this is the last morning I’m still so-and-so age.
It’s surreal and exciting.
The birthday extravaganza officially began last week with the hubby’s surprise, which will be blogged about this week.
And tomorrow I’ll be 30. What in the world?!