Yep, that's right, 29. I have a feeling this is going to be my vintage year. I'll look back and say, "29, now that was a good year."
I just happen to have been born on the greatest holiday ever to have a Birthday on, Pioneer Day. Here is why:
1. There is a parade EVERY year.
2. Most everyone has the day off.
3. It's not such a big holiday that it ruins your birthday.
4. Rodeo + Pioneer heritage = I can wear my cowboy hat and not feel like a poser.
Do YOU get all that on your birthday? Didn't think so.
First in the parade were these guys:
I cried when they marched pass.
They were followed by these guys:
Isla, perfecting her wave as the Beauty Queens passed.
My sweet neicies walked around the Farmer's Market with us and couldn't resist the face painting. Do you blame them?
Ah, yes, the Rodeo. What can I say, I love the rodeo. It's exciting and funny and they sell real navajo taco's on fry bread. I couldn't have asked for more.
p.s. check out the photo bomb in the background! Thanks guy for making this one photo picture perfect.
p.p.s. Ben is my hero. He is the real reason I enjoy my Birthday every year because he does all the little things that make it special. Thanks hon, I love you.