She turned thirty in December.
And we got a night away from (at the time) sick kids. It was delicious and fun and just what I needed to be filled up again and return home to take care of some babies. Because I was running on empty and not being very nice about it.
Happy birthday Kristen! Eighteen years of being friends (well, most of the time anyway) and counting. I'm looking forward to the next eighteen. Love you.
(Let's blow out all the table candles and then take a picture, shall we?)