Birth Week Fantasticness

Shorts, Bag and Ring: c/o WindsorStore; Shirt: Splendid; Shoes: Antonio Melani; Sunglasses: BCBG

I feel better when I speak in the third person when I say this, but someone is turning the big 2-7 this Saturday.  Yep, it's my birth week.  Now, before you say anything, birth weeks can and should be celebrated too.  Think of it like the 12 days of Christmas.  But not.  At all.  Is it as equally important?  No.  Should it be?  Don't answer that.  All I'm saying is, you've got to milk your d.o.b. for all it's worth because one day dedicated just for you is not enough!  After all, you are a miracle.  (OK.  Was that too cheesy?  I can do that sometimes.)  Anyways, I am ready for your wishes at any moment.  Please make them awesome.  And you can throw in a gift too if you would like.

Speaking of awesome.  Today is also my Grandmother's 90th birthday!  Now when you get to an age that is this accomplished, birth weeks are overrated.  Go for the birth year.  Hey, you deserve it.  As soon as January 1st rolls around, you throw that out to your advantage as much as possible.  
But all kidding aside, I hope to have as many candles on my cake as you one day Gigi!  Happy Birthday and wishes for many more healthy years to come!