The morning of my birthday, I woke up to see this hanging in the doorway of my bedroom:
Are you kidding me??? My two oldest (8 and 6) are in this hilarious stage of writing everything down, making up skits and stories, posting signs everywhere. I love it so much. There was more fun in the living room. But before I was allowed to see it, they each brought me a present. In bed.
The Cadburys are from Emma. The girl knows about the need for chocolate, and she felt sorry for me when Esther ate mine, foil and all.
Ethan picked out the ruler. Donnie had walked them through the craft department at Walmart, and when Ethan saw the ruler, he said I needed it, since mine was broken. As a matter of fact, I've been making do with that broken ruler for years, and he had noticed. I think that boy will make an excellent husband someday.
The box in the back is a carpentry tool that I've had my eye on. I want to make a piece of furniture for the entryway, and the directions call for pocket holes, for which you need a pocket hole jig. And that's what he got me. Is a tool a romantic gift? Well, this one is! I can't wait to try it!
Here's what was waiting in the living room:
And even in the bathroom:
We met some family and a friend at a local restaurant for lunch, where I got a couple of these:
Yes!
It was a low-key birthday with minimum fanfare, and it was one of my favorites of all time. You can't go wrong spending a birthday with people you love.
