Birthday # 35

I love the month of March for many reasons. One giant reason for my love is the celebration of my blessed birth. My darling mom recites my birth story every year: "I was mopping the floor and suddenly thought..hmmm, that doesn't feel so good. So I called dad and who should arrive at my doorstep before him but my visiting teachers. The contractions were coming on really strong and I needed to go to the hospital but they just wanted to talk about their birth stories. Dad got there, I got in the car and we waved to the chatty ladies on my doorstep as we drove to the hospital."-love that story.

Come on, birthdays are fun.

Fabulous and lengthy..a great combination, dinner out with my beautiful and hysterical friends. I'm seriously blessed with fantastic women in my life who showered me with thoughtful and lovely gifts!



A fantastic husband who loves to work and hates to buy presents... hence my tub is finally getting tiled AND the amount of presents I received once again from my husband/children=ZERO. I adore the guy but this "I stink at buying gifts" excuse is reeeeeally wearing thin. I'm 35 now and we celebrate lots of holidays in our house. You do the present receiving math.  "Mom I haven't gotten you anything and dad hasn't said a word." -Jack



I did plan a little family fun lunch so everyone could enjoy the wonder of a birthday! Mediocre spaghetti but excellent conversation and company.



I even got Kate to smile for a picture. She may not be looking at the camera but we're making some strides here.



"When's my birthday again mom?"
"December 6th."
"Again..seriously?"

The evening festivities consisted of grilling some steaks, drinking some Martinellis, devouring a new pound cake/with strawberries and lime zest recipe, and watching Secretariat...the slow moving slightly touching true story of that amazing race horse who crazy enough....won every race. There ya go...happy birthday to ME. 

So 35 has arrived and I'm feeling pretty good about it!