They Say It's Your Birthday ... Well It's My Birthday Too Yeah!

I cannot believe an entire year has passed since I turned the Big Five Uh-Oh in Sin City. Where DOES the time go? While that celebration was fabulously fun (from what I can remember), this year’s festivities were much lower key. No whirlybird tours over Hoover Dam. No destination restaurants with scrumptious cuisine and signature cocktails. And, sadly, no hottie Italians. But there were two special guys who helped me make a wish this year.

I don’t know how a six-year-old and a nearly four-year-old have social calendars fuller than mine, but my nephews graciously agreed to squeeze me in to celebrate my day. They shared their two-hour window between daycare and a pool party, and invited me over for a birthday dinner. The grilled chicken was delish and the tropical flower bouquet gorgeous (Zhak informed me gladdy-nolas were not to be found). But the icing on the cake of this celebratory soiree wasn’t cake at all. It was Moose Tracks ice cream and a Swiss cake roll sporting a solitary candle. My fave!

Thanks Zhak and Kaden (and Mommy, too!) for the best birthday party!