This past weekend I had a hard birthday for me to come to terms with. I don't know why I have such trouble with the number
40, but I do. Almost all my friends are over that age and I think
they're young and vibrant, but for me, I just feel old. Now that it's over, I don't really think about it anymore though and life goes on as usual.
Even though I had a hard time getting a little older, I still had a totally awesome birthday. The night before my birthday, I was laying on the couch, checking out Trim Healthy Mama recipes on Pinterest, when I heard weird breathing behind me. I turned around to see the most glorious sight, my mom, brother and nephew! They drove 14 hours to come and celebrate my
BIG birthday with me. I just screamed when I saw them, which really hurt my throat, because of all the cheering I had been doing for the Olympics the past 2 weeks.
They only were able to stay 2 nights, leaving the 2nd morning, but we had a wonderful visit. My family had planned on going to a family restaurant that Larry and I used to eat at before we had kids and I haven't been there since for my birthday supper, so we all went. A lot changes in 15 years. The whole chicken breast on my salad was now only 4 skinny strips and the banana cream pie didn't come with tons of real whipped cream anymore and the prices basically doubled! You can tell we don't eat at a lot of restaurants. We had a blast though and I really did enjoy the food.
It was sad to see them go, but we had a really nice visit while they were here and my little nephew and boys got to get to know each other better. He and Jacob are only 2 weeks apart.
Here are some pictures;
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| The boys having fun outside. It was COLD! |
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| The night before my birthday Rebekah made me a hazelnut chocolate Trim Healthy Mama cake. I am making a wish. |
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| Me, before we left for supper. |
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| Larry and I at the restaurant. |
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| All of us at the restaurant. |
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| My 3 kids. I love how it looks like Ben's head is growing out of Jacob's shoulder. |
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| My brother, mom and me. |
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| Jacob and my mom. |
