My birthday started out pretty normal. As soon as my eyeballs were open I heard, "Happy Birthday to you!" Sung to the tune of, you guessed it, the Happy Birthday song. Then breakfast was catered by McD's (mmmmmmm McGriddle). Glen made me open my presents. I did not complain. He gave me maternity clothes of which I was desperately in need, and the LDS version of the bible translated in Spanish. This might not be as exciting to some of you until you find out it just came out this year! The entire time I was on the mission I was reading the Catholic translation of the Bible to Catholics and telling them to join the church. Anyway, now I have JS translations and a bible dictionary and so on and so forth. Glen told me there were more presents arriving in the mail later in the afternoon. He went to school and I got to work. A package did come in the afternoon and I set it inside and patiently waited for Glen to get home. He finally did, but he was not alone. He brought with him a beautiful bouquet of flowers! They are still here on the coffee table. I am looking at them right.... now! Anywho, he told me to open the package and inside was the most beautiful maternity pea coat I ever did see! And a sweatshirt that zips in the front! Both of which will keep me warm!
By this time I was starving since I knew we would be going out to dinner and I wanted to be hungry. I told Glen that his wife and child were wasting away and he said, "I know but if we go now we will be early..." Uh whu? So, then he said we had reservations. Oooh. But we needed to drop something off at a friend's house first. Hmmmm.... fishy. Anywho, we went to said friend's house and rang the doorbell, she answered and lead us into the kitchen, when all of a sudden people were jumping out and yelling surprise! Which was exciting in and of itself, however, (insert dramatic pause here) MY PARENTS CAME OUT FROM THE CORNER! My parents! The ones that live in Arizona? You know the ones. I started to cry.... I couldn't help it! My parents on my birthday! But that wasn't the last surprise. Glen had given out assignments to everyone to each make some sort of food that I missed from Argentina! There was guiso de lentejas (lentil stew, so good! Glen made that), empanadas, ensalada de frutas (fruit salad, duh!), ensalada rusa (Russian salad, really just potatoes, carrots, peas and mayonaise), alfojores de maizena con dulce de leche (sandwich cookies with dulce de leche in the middle), chimichuri (really good sauce), and an ice cream cake (not Argentine, purchased from DQ. Had it been from Argentina it would either have been drenched in sugar water or tasted like nail polish remover so I am glad it was not). We still have about half the ice cream cake left in the freezer. It's delicious!
So, you can see why this was the best birthday ever! I have the most thoughtful husband. And he's a liar, but I have come to look past that. Plus my parents are both liars as well as they had said they would not be coming to Utah until Wednesday because my mom has not been feeling well. But anyway, Glen is the best and I am so glad I forced him to marry me so that I could be happy.
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