I had a birthday since I last wrote. 25. Quarter of a century. Not too sure how I feel about that, but so far it's been great! Anthony and I went out to lunch together and I got to Skype with my parents. Then we went camping this past weekend and got to celebrate with friends from home. Needless to say, it was a wonderful birthday!
Camping. Ah, camping. It was a blast! Even though it rained quite a bit, I still consider it to be a success. It was so wonderful to see some friends from back home. There's something about being with people who truly know you inside and out. It was truly refreshing and not nearly long enough. Though probably enough to hold us over til Christmas. We also enjoyed some hiking... not nearly enough thanks to the rain... but some nonetheless. I'll be honest... it felt amazing to sleep in a bed when we got home. And shower. Showers are always nice.
Next up... TEXAS! We leave on Sunday afternoon for the state of Texas. We'll spend some time with Anthony's brother and sister-in-law and their family for a few days, then head to Waco for a David Crowder worship leading conference. The whole week should be wonderful. I'm excited to spend time with Anthony's brother and sister who we don't get to see as often.
In the spirit of randomness, I will share a quirk about myself. I got my haircut yesterday. First time in about 5 months and it really needed it! However, for some reason, I really hate getting my haircut (unless it's with you, Little One). I never like spending the money that it can sometimes cost to get a good hair cut. And I ALWAYS feel awkward making conversation with the hairstylist, who is usually much much cooler than I could ever be. I shrink back into my shyness and my mind goes blank for conversation. Then I feel like I can never go back to that stylist because it was so awkward. So I wait forever til I desperately need a hair cut again and the cycle continues. I probably just need to get over myself, but that's my story for you all to know.
Alright, Anthony's stirring in bed. I think my typing might be affecting his subconscious. That's my cue to sign off!
Until next time,