...is that I love them.
Especially other peoples.
But mine is okay, too :)
We spent all day today doing things that 24-year-olds are supposed to do (?)
{2} Thrift shopping, although this bunny did not make it home with us
{3} Flowers from my darling parents
{4} Cuddle time with my two loves
{5} Dinner at Stockman's {yummmm}
{6} Chilly decorations at Snake River Landing
{7} 15th Edition Settlers of Catan? {duh}
{8} Cake Batter Ice Cream Cake {a la Coldstone and much begging}
The Kemster was wonderful all day.
She even slept in!
How kind!
We also woke up to balloons and banners {courtesy of my brother and his darling wife}, hit up the mall {twice}, scored some freebies, and chatted with the in-laws.
It was crammed full of awesomeness.
It might have been my favorite birthday ever.
That is saying a lot.
Because I have had some swanky birthdays {getting kidnapped and thrown in the trunk of a car, being crooned to by an amazing impromptu acting group, etc}.
This birthday was actually supposed to be spent at a Boston Celtics game in Utah {as they would have naturally taken down the Jazz}, but we all know that that didn't happen due to the biggest party of butchman-egos known to mankind.
But this one was quaint.
And quiet.
But so packed-full of happiness that it might just top all others.
A whole day with my husband and baby!
Lovely, I tell you!
PLUS, yesterday, Tyrel sealed the deal on a mega-awesome sale at work that will certainly make for a very Merry Christmas for our cute-as-a-button family.
AND my parentals are prepping for a trip out this direction to spend the week-and-a-half leading up to Christmas with us.
Which is the best thing ever, since seeing my parents only twice-a-year gets a little hard on my sad little heart.
So.
Birthdays rock.
Yes?
