He's 25!

Yep my boy is the big 2-5.

Halfway to 50.

So we celebrated big.

A romantic date, a special breakfast, a homemade chocolate cake, a family party, and lets not forget the midnight showing of Breaking Dawn.

Yep it was amazing.

Just like him.

Enjoy the photos.

Eating at Tucanos. 

I snapped this picture of him while they were singing to him.

(I wanted a picture of both of us but he didn't so I said that we didn't have to if I got to buy a cute pair of leg warmers. He agreed.)

Our little one.

(She went to bed before the celebrations. She wasn't in the best of moods.)

Opening presents.

The Breaking Dawn tickets thanks to my mom!

The back scratcher from me.

(That night instead of giving him a back scratch with it, I made him give me one. Kind of mean now that I think about it, but that little thing feels amazing.)

Gotta love the itunes card.

His new golf bag!

The gifts.

I had to take a picture of the cake.

Because it tasted amazing even though it was a bit caved in.

Chocolate cake with chocolate frosting and toffee chips on top.

Blowing out his candles.

 But he really really struggled haha.

I was like are you kidding with me.

I am pretty sure I could have blown them out in one breath and I can hardly even blow up a balloon.

Needless to say, I hope he didn't wish for something important.

The midnight movie.

Super fun.

Happy birthday to my 25 year old boy.

I sure am glad he is here.

Grateful for marriage.

I'm thankful for marriage.

Especially my marriage.

In my heart as a young child, I  always believed there was one person and one person only whom I could be the happiest with.

Only one person that I would want to be with forever and ever.

To this day, I still believe that.

My Michael is everything to me, everything I always wanted and needed and more.

I can share things with him that I've never shared with anyone else.

And know that he cares and will always listen no matter how stupid they might seem.

When something wonderful or something not so wonderful happens, he's the first person I want to tell.

His daily phone calls inbetween classes or on his way home are my absolute favorite.

Nothing makes me more giddy than to hear his ring tone and see his picture pop up on my phone.

His face is the first thing I want to see when I wake up and last thing I want to see before I go to sleep.

The little things like the way he kisses me, his gentle touch, and the way he looks into my eyes and says I love you are the things that I will cherish in my heart always.

He knows me, all of me. And loves me and always will.

Knowing this allows me to be myself and gives me the strength to move through life with a purpose because I have someone that will be by my side hand in hand forever.

And to me that is beautiful.
And I'm grateful for this beautiful love we've developed through our laughter, smiles, tears and anger.
Because being in love definitely isn't always easy.

And we are not perfect.
 But I'm happy.
Happier than I ever  imagined I could be.
Happy to be in love with the best boy I know.
And happy he's mine.
Always and forever.
And that's all that matters.

Family photos.

A good friend of mine from college Jono Ashby, took these amazing pictures of us.

I love them and couldn't be happier.

I posted a lot of them because I am still in the process of deciding favorites.

Especially for Christmas cards.

So if you have an opinion please tell me your favorites.

(Especially you aunti Hilary!)

A funny find.

Came across this on pinterest.
Seriously I think I about died of laughter.
Cause I totally do this with out fail every single time I pee.
Kind of pathetic.
But it's hard to go pee when you are nervous or scared.
At least for me it is.
So I do it and hope that never in my life do I pull it back and really find someone.

Our everything.

“You are the trip I did not take; You are the pearls I cannot buy; You are my blue Italian lake; You are my piece of foreign sky.”
--unknown--

This baby girl really is our most precious gift.
And I wouldn't trade being her mama for anything else in this world.

We just love all 17 pounds of her wiggly, feisty, but so very cute little self.

I love hot dates with my hot boy.

Starbucks, grocery shopping, and just talking to him.
Best.thing.ever.
Love him.

Halloween.

We had such a fun Halloween this year.
Having a cute little one to take trick or treating just makes it that much more fun.
Olivia was little bunny fufu, I was the fairy, and Michael was the field mouse.
I'm surprised Michael even agreed to that.
For the most part we just had a relaxing day.
Michael was at school, I made applesauce with apples from our tree, and finished Olivia's costume.
We had the usual dinner of boo dogs. (Hotdogs wrapped in a cresant)
And headed out trick or treating around 7:00 pm.
Olivia loved being outside and loved getting her own candy.
Especially towards the end when she figured out how yummy candy is.
At one house she kept reaching in the bowl and pulling out more and more candy.
That's our girl.
I'm proud to say we've trained her well.
We trick or treated for about an hour and got a decent little stash.
Olivia loved playing with all of it after and of course sharing it with her dad.
Here are some pictures.

Our little bunny fufu.

The little bunny fufu gang.

The little cotton ball tail.

Oh my gosh I just want to squish her little chubby cheeks.

Her little pumpkin.

The candy.

Sharing it with dad.

Happy Halloween!