The Saturday before my birthday, Brett and I went to the church early. He went to play basketball, and I went to do some visiting teaching work on the church computer. When we got home, Caleb had orchestrated some breakfast for me. Juice and muffins. Yummy!
This is what we came home to. It was very thoughtful of them.
Then on Sunday, we were invited to a friend's house for a Superbowl party and a joint birthday party. Noah's birthday is the same day as mine, just 10 years later. We bought my pie, and Ashley made Noah's cake. She insisted on putting in all of the candles.
Noah wasn't feeling very well, so he posed for the pictures, but he wouldn't blow out the candles, so I got to blow out the candles. I got most of them in one breath, I think I missed two. Can't believe the smoke detector didn't go off with all of the smoke. Also, some of the chocolate started burning on my pie. Yummy!
Then, on my actual birthday, Brett took care of dinner. He went to Perkins and brought home a salad, some appetizers, three entrees, and another French silk pie (Eli left the other one out on the counter, so it melted and we had to throw the left overs away). So, Brett served up dinner and dessert. Yummy!
Yes, my birthday was all about eating. YUMMY!
Brett also brought home a bouquet of tulips. They are beautiful, and NO, I didn't eat them.