My birthday was actually last week but I am just now getting around to posting about it. It was the big 2-3, which is not very big at all. It doesn't feel any different from 22. Although the age wasn't all that exciting, it was still a wonderful birthday. Since it actually fell on a Monday, we celebrated last Saturday night. The boyfriend and I, along with both sets of our parents, went out to eat at McCormick and Schmick's. It was kind of a last resort because I waited too late to make reservations at all of our local favorites. The food was still good, and the company even better. Afterwards we met my best friend (since 2nd grade) and her fiance at a downtown bar and ended the night at The Wine Loft. We always have an amazing time out with them.
My sweet boyfriend skipped his Monday class so he could spend my actual birthday with me. He came to my house with a beautiful bouquet of flowers. He said we could do whatever I wanted to, so we ended up at Whole Foods. I know, I know. Who chooses to spend their birthday at a grocery store? We ate lunch from their incredible salad bar and then roamed the aisles a bit and he bought me a huge hydrangea that I fell in love with.
My boyfriend's entire family is absolutely amazing and his sweet grandma sent me this beautiful, little crystal piece that is now being used as a vase on my bathroom vanity.
My big present this year is something that I have wanted for so long. Everybody just gave me money to put towards it and they were probably glad that I had something in mind because I am pretty hard to buy for. After combining my money, I went to Saks and bought my first Louis Vuitton bag. I ended up choosing the Monogram Speedy 35 and I am definitely not lacking for space. It is such a classic piece that I will keep forever. I know that possessions shouldn't mean anything, and compared to many other things, they have no meaning to me at all. But, I have to admit, I am in love.