When I Turned 25 ...

I learned to roll my R's!! That's right, I spent 18 months as a Russian speaking missionary who couldn't roll her R's. I tried and tried, but to no avail. Last week, I turned the big 2-5 and finally learned how to roll my R's. It went something like this:

• I woke up
• Mitch spoiled me with gifts and flowers
• Mitch made me breakfast and lunch
• We did a little shopping
• We ate dinner at a great Thai restaurant
• We saw "The Forgotten Carols"
• We ate WAY too much ice cream at Leatherby's

And in the car on the way to Leatherby's (best caramel topping ever, hands down!), I learned to roll my R's. I struggled with this talent my entire life, but especially as a missionary. I just couldn't do it. But on my 25th birthday, Mitch taught me how to roll my R's. ( I can't remember how we started rolling our R's. Mitch must have said something and rolled his R, and I said, "I can't do that." So he taught me.) We were laughing SO hard at my attempts, but I finally got it. I'm not great at it, but I can do it. I just don't understand why Heavenly Father didn't let me learn that trick before my mission. It would have made the Russian language so much easier. I guess He did it that way so I could learn to laugh at myself. It was pretty funny.
I had a great birthday. I was spoiled by everyone. Mitch treated me like a princess the entire weekend. He always treats me like a princess though. He's the best husband a girl could ever hope for. My family had a party for me and my bro, Jordan. His b-day is two days after mine. It was fun and everyone is too generous. Thanks everyone for wishing me a happy birthday and for spoiling me. I love you all!
Here's some pics from the weekend.

Mitch made me a giant pancake

Mitch gave me beautiful roses
Mitch gave me these awesome gym clothes that I wanted.

(He picked them out himself and did a great job!)
My parents gave me this cute hat and scarf
and we had to re-decorate our tree cuz Harvey keeps ruining it