It has been a great birthday weekend. Yesterday, we went out to a restaurant called Magelby's while Katy graciously watched our child for us. Magelby's is a fancy-for-our-simple-tastes restaurant here in Springville. We learned that the downstairs, which always seems fancier and nicer than upstairs, is where they serve steak and seafood. We wanted to sit downstairs, but we also wanted chicken and pasta, so we sat upstairs with the riff raff. Becca's food and the cake was REALLY good. My food was, okay. The waiter was funny. Every time he spoke to us he took this weird "please don't hit me" stance. It made me feel a little uncomfortable, yet powerful.
Today, we had my birthday breakfast and I opened my presents. Later tonight I believe some friends are coming over to celebrate me and how wonderful it has been to have me in their lives for another year. Becca got me a ton of really awesome presents. The best was a book she made that is filled with pictures, funny comics, and nice things she forced people to say about me. When I say she made the book, I don't mean she made it on the computer and then had it printed. She actually MADE the book. She took a neat old book and used the cover and filled it with paper and scapbooked the heck out of it. It turned out great, and I love it. And I love her.
