yet somehow I don't feel any wiser. Is that how it goes? The longer you live, the more you realize you just don't know? Don't tell my children.
I won't tell you how old I am, but I'll give you this hint. There's a three. Maybe two of them.
Ryan was out of town on my birthday, so Azure brought me my morning appetizer in bed: a smattering of cereal in the toy kitchen muffin tin,
and then, after about 1/2 an hour waiting in bed, Olive brought me breakfast.
Yes, that's a container of lemon juice. It was delightful.
When the master of the house returned, he made a proper birthday feast of asparagus soup; fresh mozzarella with tomatoes, basil, and balsamic vinegar; cold strawberry soup; anything orange he could find;
and homemade caramel infused chocolate cupcakes.
I had a hard time trying to come up with something to wish for because I'm pretty blessed, what more could I wish for?
I opened gifts wrapped in blankies,
and enjoyed hugs from little arms.
A Happy Day, indeed.