RSVP.

I'm turning 30 this year. I think I'm going to have professional pictures (of myself) taken, have my favorite 3 pictures turned into a magnet, send everyone in my life that magnet so they remember on which day I turn 30.

Then I'll go to Nordstrom and pick out all the clothes I think I'll need for this next phase of my life and tell you all when that list is ready. Then I'll spend the next 6 months of my life planning and stressing and seat-charting. Then I'll wear a really expensive dress that's not my style, tell the friends I like more than my other friends to also buy and wear dresses they'd never wear otherwise (matching each other, duh), walk down between two sections of white fold out chairs holding dying flowers, stand in front of everyone I know and love and be blessed by a stranger reading out of a binder who tells me, after I promise to obey, that I may now begin my 30th year.

I can't wait.

Please don't forget my birthday present. I'll need something to do once the planning is over, so returning everything will help pass the time.