Hey, hey, it’s my birthday! I’m 30 years old.

Thirty.

I’m 30 on the 30th, so that means it’s my “golden birthday”. What would be more appropriate than golden portraits? My poor husband has the chore (I’m not kidding) of photographing me every year. My gold dress still fits and I was covered in glitter. Those two things alone should make me crazy happy but being in front of the camera all by my lonesome makes me want to curl up in a ball and cry…so we went to happy hour afterward and all was well.

Thanks to everyone who has loved me, supported me, laughed with me, cried with me, and prayed for me in these past 30 years of my life. I love you. All of you.

 Thank you for the beautiful and sparkly portraits, my Love. I adore you.