That Sunday morning, my dad in law asked, “Well, you’ve made it around 34 times, how do you feel?”
I feel pretty good.
The day didn’t really pan out the way I had hoped, we were packing up the house in a last ditch effort to get it done. I had visions that I could kick back and hang out with my little family. I pouted for a little while in the morning and then decided to just suck it up and make the best of it- I did get to give my husband grief all day about having to lift heavy boxes and get paper cuts. And I made sure to tease him about how big he owes me for having to move on my special day.
We wound up going out for a really nice date that night, thanks to my sis-in-law for watching the kids!
I also made up for it by making sure to celebrate all week long. Dinner at my mom’s house one night, drinks and eats with my girlfriends another spread out the celebration and made it all the more special.