
I got to sleep in on my birthday! The kids were downstairs with Jeff and I heard some kid talk involving making breakfast for Mom. "Stay in bed, Mom!" was yelled up the stairs, as a tray with coffee was delivered by Grace, just a little sloshing making the mug just a little sticky. Egg-on-toast came up next, and G'ma Trudy and Papa LeRoy called to sing Happy Birthday to me.
And when I came downstairs, this made me laugh: "Open your present, Mom!" shouted by two boys who were tearing into a present on the table. They were *a smidge* excited for my birthday. Jeff had picked out a very cute outfit from Maurices for me, and it was wrapped in the only paper we had on hand: Christmas paper.

The night ended with date night with the Van Sickles! We ate at Blackbird, a restaurant that just opened on Wall downtown. Great food and fun conversation...and the Zags game on TV! On the way home, Heidi asked us to stop for my present that she had for me. I walked into their house to a HUGE box, wrapped in the middle of their kitchen. I was having horrific thoughts of a puppy in the box, so I was unprepared for helium balloons and Kai and Kalei jumping out of the box, scaring the bajeeeeeeebies out of me! Ha! The box was loved at our house too:


It was a great day (week? month?) and I felt completely blessed to have so many dear people that love me!
I especially love the last tri-fold card that came home with Josh the week AFTER my birthday. A little late, but worth the wait! Ha! (And I wonder if this will be similar to the belated card I get when he's in college...!?!)
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