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Happy birthday to me

  I turned 32 today and I'm not ashamed to admit it. I have accomplished a lot in the last 32 years and have the wrinkles to prove it, and dammit, I've earned those wrinkles!
  Today was a great day, normal for the most part, but Russ took me to dinner tonight (thanks for the gift card mom). We went to a fantastic Italian place downtown called Biaggi's, which by the way, I would totally recommend, while my sweet sister in law Jenny watched our kids. Although reasonably priced, the ambiance was lovely, we sat by the fireplace and enjoyed an hour alone, just me, Russ and some great food. I had almost forgotten how nice it was just to be a couple. 
  Now don't get me wrong, I adore my children and not a day goes by that they don't make me smile, but raising children is hard and it's easy to get overwhelmed, so for a moment I was able to ignore the fact that I'm a scatter brained, frumpy mom, and just enjoy the company of my best friend. And when it was over we went to pick up our sweet kids who had hand made birthday cards waiting for me. What a perfect evening!  

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  1. Happy Birthday! We've been to Biaggi's. It's a great place. I'm glad you enjoyed your b-day, and dammit, you have earned those wrinkles (although I'm pretty sure I've never noticed any wrinkles on your face).

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  2. Happy Birthday! And since when are you a frumpy mom? I don't think anyone who wears shoes like yours could possibly be labled as frumpy!!

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  3. Happy Birthday Amy! And may I just say... frumpy mom? Definitely not what I would use to describe you. Ha ha! Glad you got to spend some time with your hubby, that's always the best!

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  4. Happy Birthday. It's hard to believe were getting older. Do you remember when we were young and thought that we would never grow up? It came fast. I'm glad to have you as a friend...even if you are frumpy! Kidding. You are the greatest!

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