….next year I’ll be dead.

(Kaylee was so very kind to blow my candles out for me.)

Abuela Cristina (in Spanish): “It was nothing. But this is the last year, because next year I’ll be dead.”
Me: “Promises, promises…” (give her a hug and kiss and tell her THANK YOU!)

This is the conversation I’ve had with my Abula for the last 11 or so years. It’s a lovely Birthday conversation really. Mom says she’s been saying she’s going to die next year since my Mom can remember. So as you can imagine it’s had to take her seriously.

Every year my Abuela and Mom make a feast for family and friends for my birthday dinner. It’s awesome! We have Pupusas. They are SO yummy. If you have never had them… well you are missing out big time.

Menu:
Pupusas (and all their fixins)
Blueberry pie
lemon pie
chocolate pie (for those who like that sort of thing)

We had my feast a day early so we could be extra lazy on Sunday and just drink in the conference talks. They were all so good this year. I feel like I get more out of the talks now that I’m a mama. I hope everyone had a lovely conference weekend.

A big thank you to everyone who came to help me eat!

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