The Phillips Family

Two years ago, when I was turning 30, I wanted to be pregnant. But I wasn’t. And if I wasn’t going to be pregnant, I wanted to be younger than thirty. We had very nice birthday anyway, thanks to Jeremy’s devoted effort in arranging our stay at a B & B in Glenwood Springs.

One year ago, when I was turning 31, I had just received the best gift ever, little Annie Jane, 3 weeks earlier. All I really wanted for that birthday was time alone to take a shower and a chocolate cake.

This year, I am 32. I can’t imagine life being much sweeter than this. I have a devoted, funny, smart, athletic, creative, godly husband, who happens to be an excellent dad. I have a sweet little affectionate, silly, beautiful girl. And I have a cute little son on the way. I am blessed indeed.

And this 32nd birthday has started off magnificently! Jeremy took me out on a date last night. We ate at Thai Basil while Linda kept Jane. Then we came home to watch Lonesome Dove. I finished a good book (at 4:30 am, but some things can’t be helped). Jane let her parents stay in bed until 9 am. I felt our little boy move for the first time while we were sleeping in, and his flips were powerful enough for Jeremy to feel too. Then we got up to a world covered in fresh powdery snow. When I checked the computer, I had a sale in my Etsy shop (it’s the little things, sometimes) and a text inviting me to birthday lunch with some friends. I’m off to go to a holiday craft fair in the snow. What a great birthday!