Yikes, just typing the title of this post makes me want to lather myself with anti-wrinkle cream and make sure I can still fit into my high school cheerleading uniform. I don't know when it happened, when I made the transition from care-free teenager to a Costco card-toting, home-owning, devoted wife, and a mother of two. Because I'm pretty sure I'm still 17, not 27. But if I have to be 27, I'd like to do it with these guys by my side:
This is my family (minus my mom, who is behind the camera, and Geoff who is out knocking door and earning big bucks) celebrating my 27th birthday for the THIRD day in a row. Yeah, we celebrate in style. Day one consisted of my little family playing at Provo Beach Resort, followed up by a hot date with my man - shopping at Soel, eating at Pizzeria 712, and a movie. Day two was Sunday (my actual birthday) ... so the celebration was a bit more low-key, a yummy family dinner at my parents house. Day three was dinner at Brick Oven. And yes, I ate cake all three days.