Is old.

Or at least that’s what I used to think when I was 21, 25, 30.

I remember as recent as 31 thinking, “Yup, I’ll officially be old when I’m the big 3-5.”

But here I am. And I don’t feel old at all. Except when I do. Which isn’t today thankfully because that’s no fun.

Here are a few highlights in pictures from my first day as a 35-year old.

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Nutella french toast made for me. 🙂

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A baby who enjoyed said french toast.

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A lot.

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A baby who wore the flower head band for all of 5 minutes. Yay!

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