Another year older, wiser, and still gloriously unhinged. This birthday isn’t just cake and candles—it’s a coronation. I’ve burned, rebuilt, and crowned myself again. Between motherhood, marriage, and mayhem, I learned to celebrate me—the chaos, the softness, the spark. So here’s to hot-pink resilience, black-lace confidence, and gold-lined boundaries. Long live the Queen of Smut. 👑
