The Bestest Birthday Ever

Brian and I celebrated my birthday together. On my birthday, as I'm lucky enough to do other mornings as well, I got off to a good start by waking up in his arms. I asked myself what exactly I felt like doing. That happened to be to read for a bit and then write up my X-mas cards. I didn't finish but got one group of people done. Then I felt like baking, so I gathered me things. Bri procured a few of the missing ingredients, and I made me some cookies. All day. In the meantime, Bri and I had watched this guy Alton Brown that has a cooking show and had already decided on a menu, so Bri got to cooking while I took me a nap. I woke up in time to set the table for us and throw some powdered sugar on the crazy cake. After a fabulous dinner en papillote (see entryTo all you chickadees out there ;-) dated August 19th to find out what that is), we watched a movie that I picked.


So it was my day, exactly the way I wanted it, and Brian was the best part of it. I could write a sob story about past birthdays that were not so hot; although true, they would change the focus from this year's birthday, and why would I want to do that?

Nay, my friends, I shall conclude with a simple word of gratitude to the powers that be that saw fit to grace my life with Brian's presence.