Today I am twenty-seven. It is a very strange age to be- I don’t quite fit in with the young ones anymore but I’m not in the same place as those in their thirties.
Not to mention the small soccer ball in my belly is making me feel a little frumpy. It is very hard to find clothes that fit my personality and my bump. That cute green sweater I got for my birthday helps.
So do birthday kisses.
Happy Birthday pretty mamma:)…. You don’t look at all “frumpy” to me!
Love, Momma Olson
Hey! Doesn’t lunch with Mom help? And please, don’t wish to be any other age because 27 sounds perfect to me! Happy Birthday and lots of love. Mom
You are so cute! Again, Happy Birthday
Hope you had an easy night at work!
Thanks, ladies! And yes, Momma, lunch did help- I just wish my soup had more than one gnocchi in it!