It feels so adult to me that we have to work on our birthdays. Well, I don't work, but I also dont get a day off.
For Anthony's birthday, we went to Texas Roadhouse and I told the waiter it was his birthday. Little did I know that Anthony is a total party pooper and said no to riding the horse. Just an other adult thing. I might get to that point one day, but I doubt it. Bring on the saddle.
For his day of fun, we went golfing all day and loved it. Also so adult. We are adults. I felt like he should really relish in the fact that this was his last birthday in his 20's, and go out with a bang, but he did what he loves to do.
I don't know if I have ever divulged this, but Anthony doesn't like sweet food. No brownies, cakes, cupcakes... So last year I finally found something he would eat on his birthday. Pavlova cake. He could eat this whole thing by himself, so I try to make it a couple times a year.
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