30....

Yep, that's right, I turned 30. Are you playing the death chant yet? It feels so old! At the ripe old age of 35 Rob keeps telling me that 30 is not THAT old.

Rob made me a delicious crepe breakfast

I enjoyed cards, presents, phone calls, messages from lots of friends

A bike rack for my car from Rob ended the wonderful day. All the love helped me see that maybe I can survive the 30's. Thanks everyone!