Making salsa has become a little tradition over the long Labor Day weekend. We head up to my brother’s cabin, and spend lazy, slow days cutting up onions, peppers, etc..


It’s my favorite weekend of the year.

It was funny this year though, because all our mountain friends that stopped by kept wishing me a Happy Birthday. Which was strange because my birthday wasn’t for another month, and I didn’t tell any of them it was coming up. But they are getting long in the tooth, so I didn’t think much of it.

Sunday afternoon, my brother asks me if I want to take a drive to visit his friends. Our salsa making was complete, so I willingly went. We drove from one cabin to another , chatting and enjoying a most excellent afternoon. When we came back to our little cabin, I figured out why everyone was telling me happy birthday….

My super awesome and extra sneaky sister-in-law planned a surprise party for me. It included my first shrimp boil cookout, and a party that couldn’t be beat.

Salsa. Mountain Cabins. Fishing. Playing. Partying. Friends. Family. Love.

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