Happy birthday to me
Josh and I went to Park City for my annual birthday snowboarding trip this past weekend and it was amazing, as always. The snow gods did not disappoint and showered me with eight inches of fresh powder and the movie gods provided tickets to two different Sundance films (Blood Brother and Fruitvale, which won the grand jury prizes for documentary and drama, respectively). We ate great food, drank good local beer and whiskey and slept late. A perfect weekend.
We flew home on my actual birthday (yesterday) so I didn’t get to see the kids until this morning. But they all made cards for me and left them on my bed. Jack’s was, quite possibly, the awesomest thing I have ever seen. I laughed so hard I couldn’t even speak, instead shoving the paper in Josh’s direction with tears rolling down my cheeks.
For anyone who needs a phonetic spelling translation: “While you were on vacation, Emmie broke a glass thing of mine and she could not go out to eat. Happy birthday. Love, Jack.”
For anyone who needs a sibling translation: “I am totally tattling on my sister and disguising it as a birthday card.”