
Ryan turned 26 last week. It was a fun weekend. Friday night we went to dinner with friends and fam in Salt Lake at an authentic pizza place that Ryan loves. Then we had a delicious strawberry cake that I prepared. I was so excited to make it all week, I bought all the stuff like 2 days ahead, and searched EVERYWHERE for the perfect pans that my mom uses. The pans were no where to be found (not Target, Bed Bath & Beyond, Wal-mart, Macy's and not even Williams and Sonoma), so it ended up being in a regular old 13 x 9. But I took my sweet time on friday, enjoying every minute of making the cake.
Sat we spent the night up at his parents house, went to church with the rents, and ate a delicious steak dinner which Pam prepared. My doctor told me that being pregnant I was going to crave light foods and lots of chicken. He was wrong. All I want, all the time, is red meat. I think Ryan is enjoying my desires for red meat every day even more than I am.
Anyway, here's a blog to say that I'm grateful that my dear husband was born. I love being married to him.