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Celebrating my birthday all week

In addition to a few who aren't pictured here, these generous, delightful women from my neighborhood treated me to a fun lunch out, six days after my birthday, making this my third daytime dining soirée of the week. The two women on each side of me are part of our cycling group, the Biker Babes, our self-titled description. Humble, aren't we?
Here are Zee and Kimberly.
Here are Kelley and Denise.
Here is Waleska and me.
Here are Donna and Kelly. You got it, one third of us that day are named Kelly or Kelley.
Here are Theresa, Sherrie, and Scott.
We went to Kobe Japanese steakhouse, which is conveniently close to our homes.
Kelly and Theresa once more.
The busy chef adding plenty of salt to our scallops, and everything else that day.
This was my third or fourth birthday dessert of the week, and candle to blow out. I'm all for keeping the celebration going as long as people are willing to continue!
I can't remember what I wished for, but I do remember liking the chocolate cake. Thanks, wonderful friends. I seriously felt loved by being surrounded by each of you that day. So far, my 47th year has been my best.

Comments

Lynette M. said…
what fun!! I love it when my birthday lasts days and days! You look so beautiful!! Im glad you have such great friends!!
You do look beautiful! I am so glad you have gotten to celebrate so much! You deserve it! Hope the happiness continues throughout the year...!!!
Lonna said…
Well that is the way to celebrate a birthday if I do say so. Seriously lets have another party/dinner/lunch for you I would be in.

Who wouldn't want to celebrate some great times with friends and some yummy food. I think that you are on to something wonderful here...lets celebrate you some more.
Kelly said…
You're so nice, Lonna! But what you don't see is the two other lunches out that I already had. One with our RS presidency, and one with my old AM ward RS presidency. I'm moving on to the next few holidays now! I do want to get together with you sometime soon still. I miss you!

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