Let me not forget to mention...

Have I mentioned it's my birthday weekend?
Have I mentioned I've got this great family?

Have I mentioned that traditionally these two things go together--or should anyway?

Since this weekend was also a little thing called Arts Fest in State College, my family (minus the newly-married members) made their way my way for a 24-hour visit.  (Can you find some of us in this 1 of 390  pictures Keith took with his fancy camera?)

We did typical festival things, like consuming festival food...

...indulging in freshly squeezed lemonade

...and browsing the booths of interesting items.

When we'd had our fill of downtown, we headed to Meyer Dairy for some sitting in the lovely shady breeze and some ice cream.  We needed to rest up--

We had another fair to get to, after all.

(Have I mentioned there's another fair held a town away on Arts Fest weekend?)

We wandered, browsing and talking, until it was time to get over to the local historical tavern for our evening refreshment.

(Have I mentioned we love local historical taverns?)

We ate well.

We laughed much.

We reveled in the opportunity to be together.

Our evening was far from over, however.  

Because have I mentioned--a birthday is not a birthday without blueberry cobbler?

Marisa and I had work to do.

We donned our aprons (in honor of Dave & Kara, who gave me the aprons, and were missed...)

We gathered ingredients, and mixed them together.

It seemed to take us awhile...

...somehow we just kept getting sidetracked.

Eventually, however, there was blueberry cobbler.

There were a few gifts.  (Much appreciated ones, despite this horrible face I'm making.  It's no wonder I have wrinkles in my forehead these days.....)

And there was the requisite game.  

(Have I mentioned that you cannot spend time with Keith and not play a game?  Especially once he finds the game in your living room that you brought out of your childhood, and which he remembers playing for hours on end?  And yes, we played the Strawberry Shortcake game on the weekend of my 32nd birthday--have I mentioned there is no age-limit on reliving childhood memories?)

It was a great day.

And have I mentioned?  Because if I haven't, let me not forget:

I am one privileged, grateful, joyful girl.