On Wednesday to be exact.
And to be even more exact, I turn 30. The big THREE. ZERO.
I always thought I'd be more nervous about turning 30, but other than recognizing that it sounds like a big number, I haven't really thought too much about it.
I have, however, thought about the gift I would like, and I informed my husband on several occasions (read: everyday) over the last few months.
Since Friday, Brad has been working on a "project" in the garage.
Yesterday, he came in while I was nursing the baby, said my present was ready, and when do I want it. I told him I wanted it on my birthday, and he asked if I was sure.
He's not great at surprises. He gets excited and wants to tell me.
He said he wanted to give it to me right then, and I told him that whenever he wanted to give my gift to me, he could. So he ran out to the garage, and brought this back to me:
BEST. BIRTHDAY GIFT. EVER!
Of course, this is what I've been not-so-subtly hinting at to Brad. I have been wanting one of these for years. It's been on my Christmas list since we've been married. And about a month ago, I was pissed because my sister found one at my Grandma's when we were cleaning out her house, and she got to keep it... Finder's keepers. boo.
I think the best part about my birthday kitchen aid....it was $60 on Craigslist. That's almost better than a free one from Grandma! ...almost.
I christened it earlier today, by making pan chocolate chip cookies. As the machine creamed the butter and sugars together, I turned to Elliott, who was sitting in her rocker on the floor and exclaimed, "it's lazy baking!" She gave me a big gummy smile and coo'd. She's excited about it, too.
My life is forever changed with the introduction of the stand mixer.
I'm already planning to bake myself a birthday cake on Wednesday. Mainly because I just want to bake. But also, because, cake.
I'm gonna get so fat.