39

I’ve gotten into a bit of a habit of posting an annual birthday picture.

Here’s 38, 37, and 36.

And here’s 39, taken 5 minutes ago to get the TRUE look of my 39 year old self:

I’m not really sure how I feel about 39. I mean, right this second I feel kind of grumpy and melancholy… but it could be because I haven’t had lunch yet and it’s kind of rainy outside. Part of me feels like I should make a list of stuff I want to do before I hit 40. The other part of me just makes a mental note that I want to order a bouncy house and a crown for my next birthday. Either way, this is 39 and there’s no going back.