Bur-ur-ur-ur-th-DAY!

You know how when you get to be an adult (and who knows when that really happens anyway?) you are supposed to not care about your birthday anymore? Like your supposed to walk around all day forgetting that it's your birthday until someone mentions something? Well, I must not have gotten that "grown-up memo" or maybe I am too selfish, because I LOVE my birthday! I think about a few weeks in advance, usually plan something, absolutely love getting surprises in the mail from all my friends and family, and of course love being doted on by my husband.

This year I was at camp for a teen girls retreat--which weirdly enough I was mistaken for a teen not only by staff, but also by other teens--so I didn't get home till the afternoon. But when I came in the door Stephen had flowers, balloons, friends, and cake waiting for me (and the best part--a clean house!). What a great man I have! We had some cake and then a little while later went to Olive Garden with the gang and I had me some Pumpkin Cheesecake. Mmmm!

Stephen always arranges his own bouquets because he doesn't find the pre-made grocery store ones that pretty. I think he does good.



And some lovely person (I'm guessing Lyndsey or Vanessa) sent me this book. I LOVE LOVE the illustrations in it. It came while I was gone and Stephen opened it thinking it was something I ordered. I found it a couple days later lying around and asked him whose it was. He was kind of confused. So whoever sent it, Thank YOU!