A Great Birthday

Had a birthday yesterday. 33. Monumental. But not really. It was a lazy-ish day {for me}. Jon broke the Sabbath and bought me a jelly donut for breakfast. I felt so happy that just because he's now in the Bishopric of our local congregation, he still isn't too good to get a donut for his wife on her birthday. When I thanked him last night and told him how I felt, he said, "5:30 am doesn't count as the Sabbath." Agreed.

When Leah finally woke up at 8:15, she came up to me and said, "what are you doing up? This is your birthday." (Nevermind that Jon left the house at 5:30 to retrieve my donut, and then went straight to meetings after the drop-off. And Phoebe woke up promptly at 7:12....what's a birthday mom to do?) So Leah took Phoebe out of the room, and Esther too, and shut the door. I pretended to sleep for 5 minutes so she could feel she had done a great job. And she had. Talk about melt-my-heart-cute.

He made my favorite roasted green bean tomato salad, and some rosemary bread that is to die for. For dessert, we had FAMILY FONDUE. Fruits, pound cake, and marshmallows to dip into milk-chocolate and non-allergenic chocolate for Leah and Phoebe. Phoebe's favorite part was fingerpainting with it. Leah's favorite part was biting marshmallows in half and sticking them on everyone's foreheads. My favorite part was chocolate, chocolate, chocolate, and family, family, family. Jon finished off the night by doing the dishes and playing fast Scrabble with me. {This all took place in between my obligation to speak at another ward's conference and his youth fireside, and my birthday nap. Somehow, it all fit in.}

A short and sweet thank-you note:

Thanks, Jon, for the splendid day!

Lots of love,

The 33 year old.