Turning 21 wasn't something I was entirely keen on - but I was keen on cheesecake and day dates. Joshua took me out for breakfast and gave me a sweet pop-up bunny card he'd made, it was a gloriously sunny day, I skipped uni and did some shopping instead. 21 isn't so bad I guess.
Oh, and the mother of all birthday presents meant I was able to whip up some pretty tasty treats for a little celebration. Look at it, isn't it just the perfect shade of baby blue? I think there's meant to be some sort of rule about not cooking on your birthday, but I was pretty keen to give the KitchenAid a whirl. It goes like a dream. If I needed to add any more reasons to why I'm planning on marrying that lad, surely his present selection skills are a plus.