I'm 35 Now. If I Gain A Few Pounds, I'll Be the Default Setting on the Treadmill.

My first birthday surprise came late Saturday afternoon when my sister came to visit. We don't get to see each other often enough, so I was very happy to see her, her husband, and her kids.

Kate and Elise are OBSESSED with being twins. They go to great lengths to dress as identically possible. Note Elise's body language below- she is not so subtly shoving Kiki out of the shot- she's not "twinners" after all.

My mom went to a ton of work to throw me a birthday party.
Baby Whitney, Liza, Dave, Jill, Jack, and myself.

"Please, please, PLEASE, wish fairy, when I'm done here, make my ass noticeably smaller."

Every single one of my siblings and bonus siblings came to with me a Happy Birthday (Except for Angie, who had to work, but she sent a cake so we didn't even miss her). I felt so lucky that they would all take time out of their busy lives to spend a little time with me. I was touched. Not pictured is my sister-at-heart, Janet, and her husband and kids. It was a very memorable birthday party for me just because I was surrounded by so many that I love.

I got many cards, but my favorite has to be from my 6 year old niece, Elise. It reads:
I Like You.
You and me.
We like you for you Becca.
Love, Elise

Here is my mom with her newest grandchild, Whitney.

Kate made me a sweet paper clip necklace.
Bruce gave me season tickets to the Hale Center Theater (Or Hale Centre Theatre if you are snobby like that), so I'm looking forward to 6 guaranteed dates over the next few months.

Me and my sister Amber. What can I say about such a fabulous gal? A lot, actually, but not today.

Liza gave me a hydration belt with the words, "...so you'll have one when we run the Pocatello Half Marathon in 8 weeks." Not such a subtle hint, but I took the bait, and registered for my very first half marathon today. Should be no problem since I haven't ran (is it run? who cares.) in several weeks and completely suffered through a 5 miler this morning. I can be ready- at least that's what I'm telling myself.

P.S. to Bruce. You know how you always say, "Why is it that every time Kiki gets sick I get sick?" I may have the answer.

...cause I'm pretty sure that's YOUR bite guard in HER mouth. Probably that's not a coincidence.