I turned older on Monday.I’m not a big fan of getting older, but I can’t complain too much when I’m surrounded by these people I adore so much:(Dave made me my traditional b-day favorite omelets for breakfast.)
Check out their cool wrapping jobs:Friends and extended family were nice enough to take me out to lunch and a couple breakfasts, and dropped off some delicious treats.(I must note here that these cupcakes were made with a dry cake mix mixed with one can of diet soda for the batter, that’s it. Good idea, huh?)
My sweet and very thoughtful Young Women heart attacked my front yard and brought me some delicious cupcakes.My seven-year-old gave me my own treasure hunt to guide me to find her gift (Twizzlers…mmmmm):
My house looked like this all day:And I was embarrassed by driving around in this for two days:
Elle made me a delicious b-day cake, we watched my old favorite “Girls Just Want to Have Fun” all together that night.
Yes, getting older isn’t fun, but I’m so thankful for so many nice people to help ease the pain.
Love you guys.