Stretching it out.

I'm a lover of birthdays.
Every year.
Even though it means I'm getting older, I love everything about them. And another year older means another year to celebrate with those I love.

And I don't just like to celebrate for a day. I think I may have picked up this characteristic from my Auntie, but I prefer to have about a week long celebration.

I mean, really...it's better that way.

It started with mom coming to visit (and for the record Charlotte is quite smitten with her Grammie)

And a delicious dinner out with my main squeeze. Such a treat, and so appreciated.



Followed the next night by a gorgeous wedding downtown...



And a Sunday spent with our little buddies at the most darling farm/pumpkin patch ever.



Picture baby goats, chickens, ducks, pigs, ponies...all available for viewing and many for petting. Charlotte was in amazement.












If you know my daughter...you know these words aren't exactly what I'd use to describe her these days...



But we entered anyway.
I kept a close watch...don't worry little duckies.


We lucked out with a gorgeous Northwest fall afternoon...



And attempted another group shot.


I could just hear the kiddos thinking, "Nice try mom's. Never.gonna.happen."




And the perfect way to round out my birthday fun? A dinner gathering with my girls...cozied up together in our family room, chatting, sipping wine, eating and catching up.




Yay for birthdays. Yay for another year. 32, let's make it a good one.