Thirty

When I look back at my thirtieth birthday, I probably won't remember the gifts or the stress of getting everyone together.

I probably won't remember the Pandora, Fossil, MK, Estee Lauder, pottery, etc...

I'll remember my mom getting excited when she found the perfect charm right in front of my eyes.

I'll remember spending time in Oxford for Mrs. Martha's funeral. I'll remember Mr. Billy saying "57 years wasn't long enough".

I'll remember being shocked when SS brought me perfectly wrapped gifts complete with tissue paper and bows. I'll remember him telling me he picked it out all by himself and that he said "now you won't have to carry a purse" because mine hurts my cripple shoulder. *Hopefully, I won't remember my crip shoulder much longer...*

I'll remember Chloe being so proud of the balloons and card she gave me.

I'll remember eating at a restaurant with my parents, sister, niece and grandmother.

I'll remember watching the Frozen Sing Along with 1400 other people downtown on a Friday night while Chloe belted out every.single.song.

I'll remember the goofy conversation over Mexican food and the friends/talks on the patio.

I'll remember getting pampered with a pedicure and my first ever facial.

Yes, I love my Pandora charm. Yes, I love my new MK purse. Yes, I love my Fossil wristlet and perfume. Yes, I love my Hull pottery. Yes, I love each and every gift I received, every card, every balloon, every box of candy... BUT I would give all that up in a heartbeat to have a few more memories like the ones I've listed.