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The thing about growing older is birthdays don't seem to matter as much.

Don't get me wrong.

I still love a good dinner with the husband and small gatherings with friends. But I'm slowly and surely edging away from big celebrations and crazy parties.


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I was probably in an endorphin high post birth in the hospital.

My minutes old baby girl was in my arms whilst I marvelled at how tiny newborns were.

She was everything that I ever dreamed of. A closing bonus, you can say.


I remember the first question I asked D, after the delivery, was, "Is it a GIRL?"


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I remember the first time I saw him. He was at the gym in uni pumping weights. *eye candy* We probably would not have ever met, if not for a common classmate that we had. We needed a third member in our project team as we didn't want to shoulder the crazy workload. So R roped him in as the third leg.

The first conversation we had was about ( Read more... )