It’s official: the candles on my cake have outnumbered Baskin Robbins’ variety of ice cream flavors.

Exactly a year ago, I was 7 months pregnant and sitting in front of many loved ones who were oohing and awing over baby blue onesies and bath toys. This year, I’m sighing because the weekend ended way too quickly and I’m left with another travel hangover.

Now that I’m in my 30s, birthdays seem like just another day. Thankfully, I have a lot of thoughtful friends and family who care enough to remind me of just how much I’m loved.

It’s doubtful that I’ll be unwrapping any presents this year, but if I were to choose the best unwrappable present (besides the ice cream cake) it’d have to be those two smiley guys that make my life make so much sense amidst all the nonsense.