Twenty Two

 

Saturday was my birthday...

and not just any ordinary birthday.

I knew it was going to be special when I begged James to come to my cycling class...

and he did.

Without hesitation - 

and even did the little clapping dance the instructor did.

(he is going to kill me for that one)

I knew at that moment that it was going to be a good day.

James asked me to go get his laundry from his closet.

Knowing that he wouldnt do this on my birthday I ran the stairs in hopes of a surprise.

Sure enough.

A big pretty box awaited me.

It was a much bigger surprise than this girl expected.

Boy oh boy do I have great parents, in-laws, and especially my cute man.

And good news...

this blog just got a whole lot better!

 

 I already cant get enough of it and have high hopes for myself and my new friend.

We packed up our things and headed to Salt Lake for the day.

Birthdays are the best because husbands pretend to enjoy 

{or at least endure} 

things they would normally abhor.

Like going to cycling...

or shopping...

or going to Something Borrowed.

And as it turned out -

I hated it and James loved it.

What were your thoughts?

 

Here is to capturing 

bigger

better and

brighter 

memories at 22 than I did at 21.