This birthday girl is pooped

Rachel Hopebug & Alli Puppy @ Gracie's 6.4.11

After this weekend I officially know what it feels like to have too much fun. Holy smokes, I need a nap. Turning 28 felt great. The weekend consisted of a 43 hour trip to Utah, great food, amazing friends both old and new, little sleep, beautiful weather, long talks, lots of hysterical laughter, and a gorgeous drive through Park City and Heber. Sunday it was so gorgeous out I kept thinking of my dad's coined line, "Today is the kind of day that makes you grateful to be alive." Al and I even spent a night in the Hilton in downtown Salt Lake. Never in my life would I have expected to sleep in a hotel in Utah. I probably know more people there than any other state, however it was a fun, spur of the moment decision Saturday night. I was overwhelmed with the facebook love, phone calls, emails, and texts. I plan to respond to every one but haven't had two seconds of solo down time.

And it's not about to slow down. On tap for the week: belated birthday dinner for Britt tonight, birthday dinner with Court and Em tomorrow night, Yankees/Red Sox game with Dad and Brad Wednesday night (so excited about this), cleaning, laundry, and grocery shopping Thursday night, and then an out of town friend comes Thursday night. Friday night and Saturday day are Yankees games again. Three in one week, how happy am I?

Thanks so much to everyone for making this birthday one of the best yet. I've decided birthdays really do get better with age.