Which makes celebrating both occasions in one day a lot harder, especially because my honey loves his birthday.
He can't be too upset about his day being stolen though, because Landon decided to put me through 14 hours of back labor on my birthday and steal it, too.
Oh, and we can't forget how Harper stole Jeremiah's birthday.
I have to admit though, celebrations are so much more fun with the kids.
The best part of the day, for me, was seeing how excited Landon was about Daddy's birthday. As soon as Anthony came home, he ran up to him and said, "Daddy, it's your birthday! We made cake! Let's eat cake! Blow your candles!"
I can't believe he's going to be three on Sunday. And I'll be 23. That sounds really old.
And then I remember, that I've been married four years and have two kids and think, daaaaang, I got an early start. I start to think what would I be doing if I hadn't been married at 18? I would have finished school, started a career, gone on a mission... so many possibilities.
But then, I look at my family and know I would not have it any other way. I love them so much I get teary-eyed thinking about it, and my heart feels like it could burst. They give me a reason to celebrate every day.
Now if only I could justify eating cake everyday...