Last week, I had a birthday.
It only took me about five minutes to get through half of that box.
But let's start from the beginning. One fine morning, I woke up, and it was my birthday! Some day this whole 'getting old' thing might not be so exciting, but I am super loving it right now. :)
Taylor made our family a cute little breakfast of chocolate chip pancakes & (my favorite) over-medium eggs.
I had a hard time eating because I had a job interview later that morning. Luckily Taylor had made plenty of pancakes, which made a for a fabulous lunch when I got back home.
My grandma took me out shopping for some maternity clothes. Bless her kind soul. I was getting desperate.
We celebrate the birthdays in our family with a birthday tradition. Taylor's tradition is a "geek treat" (towards the end of that post linked there). My tradition is a campfire up in these beautiful canyons. As soon as Taylor was home from work, we took off for the mountains.
Just a casual cave:
Earlier in the month, I had given Taylor a list of books that I wanted as a present, and told him to surprise me with one of them. This is the one he chose:
"More Than the Tattooed Mormon" is a fantastic read. It was sometime around this point when I accidentally ignored my family and read half the book while Taylor built the campfire / kept the Chub from eating food from other picnic tables.
Overall, it was a spectacular day. I'm grateful for the love that people chose to show me.
I'm also grateful to my mom who birthed me (and her birthday was only a couple days before mine!). Thanks Mom. You deserve a high five.