One Year Older,

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.