Somebody's Birthday

S celebrated the big 2-5 last weekend, and it was mucho divertido!

Actually, it was kind of tense, because I had missed a flight the day prior and was exhausted from my transition back and forth from altitudes, and didn't want to get out of my pajamas. I was a bad girlfriend, a bad, lazy girlfriend.

Luckily, the cure for my transgressions was food, pure and simple.

I treated S to a meal out Friday, where he got both hot wings and a burger, and on Sunday we had the traditional birthday boy cake.

I have discovered that in the family of S, meaning with his brother and his parents, the cake is the most important part of the birthday. No need for presents or a party, just feed me cake, say the Ys. Next year, I want to make it a theme cake. Over 350 days to prepare for that one...

Our final birthday hoo-rah will take place this weekend, when we get to the New England International Car Show. I am thinking I will blog about that too, especially if S and I get to see our favorite vehicles, the Nissan GT-R and the Lotus Evora respectively. Or, if we see anything with wings, I'll be sure to post that.

S and I started dating when he was but a wee teenager (19, but still). It is exciting to look back and see how he has grown, and all the memories you can make in 6 pretty incredible years. Happy birthday, S!

P.S. - Clearly O the cat was pouty that cake was not for him. Sorry, O, you're a March baby!