Thirty Wonderful

I turned 31 on the 31st.  That makes this my Golden Birthday.  (That's a thing, right?  Not just something my mother made up?)  Jeff woke me up with breakfast in bed ("Gotta put on a show while your parents are here.") and halfway through the deliciousness I realized that Chloe had to be at dance class five minutes later.  Normally I would just skip it but it was her last class and I wanted my parents to see her in all her glory.

Dance class has given her a great deal of confidence and poise.  She's quite good at it, too.  Just ask my dad.  ("Some of those parents are just throwing their money away.")

There's a great restaurant here called Fitz's where they brew their own delicious sodas.  I've always wanted to go, so for my birthday my parents made my dream come true and took us to Fitz's for lunch.

Isn't my mom a great listener?  Harrison is telling her his most tragic tale of woe.  (You know, the day he chose macaroni and cheese instead of pizza in the cafeteria.  "It was disgusting!  And it was on pizza day!")

These three are each having a very different experience at Fitz's. 

The food was fantastic and creative and the drinks were awesome. 

It was a big day for Miles.

My mom was kind enough to make me a caramel cake.  There's one piece left in my fridge.  I don't want to eat it because then my birthday will be over.

My parents left for the airport right after birthday cake.  It was so wonderful having them here!  Thanks for braving the heat and giving us a reason to clean the house.  Miss you already!