Yesterday was Scott's birthday - his 30th. I really wanted it to be special and memorable. But since we just barely moved to Utah, don't have a place of our own, and pretty much most of our stuff is in the storage, we opted out for spending it outside. Saturday we grabbed some gear and went snowboarding with some good friends of ours, Eric and Camille (they skied). The weather couldn't have been better. It snowed the night before and it was sunny and warm outside. We had such a great time. Oh, and I have to brag, I went down the black diamond. Ok, so all of us did. But everyone, except for me, has done it before. It was exhilarating. I could barely move the next morning. Scott, on the other hand, wasn't sore at all. You would think it was me who was turning 30. Good grief!
Later that evening we went out to dinner with Scott’s roommate buddies and their families (those who live in Utah). It was so fun to see everybody again. Thanks for coming out. We love you, guys.
Happy Birthday, Mr. Hardy! I love you!