Happy Birthday to Caroline

So my birthday was August 23rd. It was a wonderful birthday for me. On the Friday before my birthday Mark took me to Park City to go shopping. This has always been one of my favorite things to do and I had some birthday money burning a hole. However, it's hard to enjoy shopping when your 8 months pregnant. I wanted to find more clothes that I could actually fit into but then I couldn't justify it once I got there because who knows how many more weeks I'll be able to wear them and it will be YEARS till I'm this big again. But I also couldn't buy clothes for when I'm not this big because as much as I want all this fat to come out all at once with the baby I know it will be a while till I'm back to my old size. Do you see the conflict I was having all day? Mark ended up buying more things for himself then I bought for me but oh well. I'll remind him of this in a few months when I am back to my old size and wanting to go shopping again.
Mark also took me out to eat in Park City to a nice restaurant called the Purple Sage. It was so fun to be up there and just enjoy the day in the mountains.

We couldn't find any brand new baby pictures of me so this is where my history begins.

I've always had such chubby cheeks and chubby legs.

My sisters and me. Me, Kate (in the carrier), Anne, and Sarah. Four girls in a family so close in age was so fun and full of drama. We have more fun now but we still keep a little bit of drama too.

I've always been a daddy's girl. This is us at a girl scout activity. He never missed a Daddy Daughter Date.

My family has always been into swimming. We spent almost all of our summer days at Cal High swimming pool. Started the day with early morning swim team practice, went home for breakfast and chores and usually a nap, grabbed some lunch and money for the ice cream man and headed back to the pool to play with friends and then afternoon swim team practice. Those were the days.
Me at Zion National Park, my families favorite spot to vacation while I was in high school. Sorry about the huge gap in years, I stopped taking pictures of myself when we moved to Utah, that's when I entered my ugly Jr high years. I still don't let people take my picture very much.

High School Graduation pictures. Go Lone Peak Knights!

Jill (Punk), Brandi (Pimp), and me (cow girl) freshman year at Snow. We thought we could still pass as high school students so we went to Manti where no one would know who we were and went trick or treating. Lame I know but that's what going to college was all about.

Snow Graduation. My dear friend Martha Sutton surprised me by coming to my Graduation. I used to work for Martha helping to watch her kids. They taught me so much about life and the true love and sacrifice of loving children. Martha and Quinn could tell me all the things that my mom tried to tell me. I couldn't listen to my mom, she was my mom for crying out loud.
Me during my lost 'who am I' years. This was after Snow and during USU.

Mark and I dating, when I finally understood why I had to have so many hurts and tears and make so many stupid mistakes. It was all leading me to Mark, and when we finally started to date I was able to recognise him as the amazing man he was.

Mark and I in California last year.

Here I am today. My sister in law, Katie, has been wanting me to stick a picture of my fat self up. I was trying to avoid it before by only taking pictures of my face but now that I'm retaining water it doesn't matter, even it is getting fatter by the day. I feel like I'm going to burst soon and with any luck I will. I can't wait to start the next adventure of my life.

Anyway, Happy Birthday to ME!