It's my birthday this week. I'm turning 35.
I'm not sure how it happened so fast.
I swear it was just last year when I was 23 and engaged to this hot guy named Shane.
Yet somehow I have been married for 11 years, have a mortgage, two babies and crows feet.
Well, the crows feet aren't too bad yet.
Instead of dwelling, I'm doing a little celebrating.
First I took myself shopping to Anthropologie and bought the pretty turquoise and orange vase pictured above.
You would think I would buy the yellow, but I like to switch it up sometimes.
And there is a good chance I will be going back for the yellow one soon.
Our family is taking a trip down to Salt Lake/Provo to visit some old haunts. From the newlywed days.
So very long ago.
There will very likely be some of my sister-in-law's plum tart involved
and some pupusas at El Salvador in Provo.
Maybe even a walk on the street where we lived those first two years of marriage.
That actually sounds like a pretty nice way to spend a birthday.
Have a great Labor day!!!!