Today is my 27th birthday.

It doesn't feel much like a birthday.

This is the first birthday in my whole life that I haven't spent with my family. (Given, Landon has a couple job interviews over spring break that will take us in that direction, so next Sunday I will be celebrating with my family...guess I shouldn't complain.)

Birthdays were such a big deal in my house growing up. We would wake up to streamers around our bedroom door and in the kitchen, with balloons on our chair at the table. My mom would spend hours making these gorgeous cakes. We always got to go out to dinner at a nice restaurant, just the birthday kid and the parents. And on our actual birthday, Mom would make our favorite meal, we'd have cake and ice cream and assemble in the living room to open presents. My Grandma Joyce (Susannah's namesake) flew down from Twin Falls every year for our birthdays...every single year.

Sigh. The fact that my birthday was coming just kind of got lost in the midst of having a baby, coping with two kids, dealing with mastitis, etc.

But the good news is Landon got me garnet earrings. That is definitely enough to brighten my day (notwithstanding Susie catching Dallin's cold and not being able to sleep all night...there is nothing more pathetic than a two and a half week old being sick).