Chasing 30

It's official: I am on the down hill slope to 30. I am now closer to being 30 than I am to being 20. I am now in my upper twenties. How many more ways can I say this? Yet I have to say, 26 feels pretty great. I've never minded getting older, rather I like to think of each birthday as an accomplishment.

Jeff knows how to make a girl's birthday uh-mazing. This year he kicked off our birthday week by gifting me green Hunter boots, hiking among the fall leaves with me, and indulging in my favorite picnic foods.

 Pregnant bellies are so flattering. For the next four months I am taking pictures of only my face.

 

Of course Hobbes got dirty, so naturally Jeff washed him and carried him out of the river. What a good shepherd. 

 

Saturday we took our annual birthday trip to Park City. We stopped by Cafe Galleria in Midway for some delicious pizza, then found ourselves in Dolly's bookstore among fat, sleeping cats after bumming around main street.

Twenty-six really was the perfect birthday. Maybe it's the pregnancy or the changing of the seasons, or simply turning another year older, but this year's birthday felt like the start of something new. Like a new chapter is beginning for us. I guess it obviously is a big time of change for our little Tucker family. It really started to sink in this past week though. And why not, we like to keep things interesting around here. Twenty-six is going to be a good year. I can feel it in my gut (literally.)