Today, I turned 34 years old. Seems hard to believe. I feel much younger than that. When I recall that my mother had two teenagers and a toddler (me) at this age, I feel really young.

Of course, it's easy to feel young when I've been spoiled all day long. Presents galore and the most decadent lunch of my life. Greg and I went to Barrio Cafe for the first time, where we split an order of lobster quesadillas and I had cheese enchiladas covered in a wild mushroom cream sauce and drizzled with white truffle oil. Mmm... And then tonight, Greg took me to see the Phoenix Suns beat the Memphis Grizzlies - woo hoo! Greg spoils me - he makes sure that my birthday is much more than just "two days left til Christmas". All in all, a lovely day.