I am a birthday kid.

There, I said it.

I am a self-proclaimed lover of celebrations. Thanksgiving, Christmas, St. Patrick's Day (hollar!), and probably most of all-birthdays. I just love the specialness. It's something different than the everyday routine. I try to spoil Greg, but he hasn't quite caught the wave with the whole birthday hooplah. 

Thursday was my 21st birthday. My expectations were low seeing as I had an exam that evening, and Greg had a meeting till late. But, I woke up that morning to the husband taking me to Panera for a birthday breakfast.

We sat and chatted over a cinnamon bagel and a sticky pecan roll (totally breaking the rules for the 10 week health challenge I'm a part of...more on that in a later post). But, it was totally worth every guilty sugary bite. My hubs may not be on board with me celebrating his birthday with hooplah, but he spoils me.

Friday night, my friend Brooke took me out to La Scala for some seriously good eats. We ate our weight in carbs and garlic bread. It was perfect. Then, because she's a math major and I'm an engineer, we had to celebrate national Pi day. Strawberry rhubarb seemed appropriate. 

She made me a necklace and earrings (smart and artsy), bought me a Dry Goods scarf, and pencils that will make everyday a happy day.

After a self-induced food coma, I went over to Rachelle's house for an evening with some other friends. Rachelle is just one of those people who I will always treasure. She just goes out of her way to make sure you know you're loved. She told me to spend my birthday gift card on clothes. And, made me promise that I would show her the receipt. 

Saturday was another wonderful day in Indy with Greg. We picked up my wedding rings from the jewelers, and went window shopping. Another perfect day.

Yes, we pretended to drive a Tesla.

Sunday was again shear perfection. Lunch with my parents, grandparents, Greg, and my lil' sis Julie. Julie sang me a song from frozen. It was the most precious gift. Oh, and I'm now the proud owner of my first Lulu Lemon apparel and duck fat (among other things). But, I just love how my parents know that I don't like the typical and enjoy a good time in the kitchen.

Waking up this morning, I was reflecting on how undeserving I am. Of everything. It's not as if I'm such a wonderful person, and I deserved all these gifts. Quite the opposite. 

I am so humbled by the precious love I received this weekend. Wow.

What a time of blessing. Oh, how my low expectations were blown out of the water. God has been gracious and loving to me. What a lesson this weekend for me to learn how to treasure and love others like they have shown me love!