Wednesday was my birthday. And it was delightful.
I don’t think I’ll ever grow out of enjoying my birthday – it doesn’t have to be a huge affair, it just makes me happy to be having a birthday.
I went for a run with some friends, Ella slept in until almost eight, we had a nice waffle and cider syrup breakfast before Bart went to work. Kayla wrote this lovely post about me. Have I mentioned how much I LURVE Kayla?
Ella took two two-hour naps, we went out for lunch (free sandwiches from Firehouse and Schlotzky’s), and then Landen and Adam came over to babysit while Bart and I went out to do a little shopping (shoe shopping! my favorite!) and to dinner.
Then we came home, opened some lovely gifts (if you think the dress Merrick made ELLA is cute, wait until you see the one she made me – I’ll take pictures sometime this weekend), and went to bed.
And the fun isn’t over yet – Ralphie’s having a little birthday lunch for me today and then this weekend? There will be this:
|Image from Martha Stewart|
Bart is dubious, but I spit upon his dubiousness. What in the world is there to be dubious about? (Also, the best part of a birthday is I can make whatever dessert I want and not care if he’s skeptical). I am deeply indebted to Natalie at Perry’s Plate for posting about this cake.