This was taken last weekend in my husband's truck. It was taken by my 4 year old son. Little did I know that we were driving to a surprise party thrown for my 30th birthday. I didn't want to even acknowledge my birthday. I was having serious 30 issues. I always thought that 30 was grown up. That it meant that my bills would all be paid on time. My credit would be stellar. My children well behaved. And I would no longer have purple streaks in my hair and multiple ear piercings and tattoos. Ummmmm...let's just say that 30 is not what I thought it would be.

I love this picture. Even though you can see the wrinkles in my forehead, I love the look I have on my face. I love how I'm kind of out of the frame. And I love the fact that I had no idea that the people in my life loved me enough to put together the shindig we went to later.

Who knows? Maybe my boy will be a photographer.