I’m going to make a bold statement. If I ran the world all birthdays would be on Saturdays. Logistically, I’m not entirely sure how that would work. But if I ran the world I’d have someone super smart to figure that part out.
My point, in case you aren’t getting it, is that when your birthday falls on a Saturday is it simply.the.best.
Case in point:
Friday Night Snacks on Birthday Eve. What? It’s a thing.
A whole lovely day of doing whatever you want because it’s Saturday. And your birthday. Doing what I wanted included hanging around the house, going for a great walk with Dale (and having two people come out of their houses to greet me and wish me a happy birthday, I love living in a small town), taking the Mustang out for a top down ride, and having a very small dinner party with friends.
There were great apps. I took this photo before Rose got here with her delicious stuffed mushrooms but you get the idea.
It was warm enough to enjoy dinner under the pergola.
I made lasagna, which I must say was terrific, Sean brought roasted vegetables, there was wine and laughter and it was completely perfect.
Speaking of perfect, check out that cake! Sean made it and it’s a 4 layer cake that’s a lot of work, a true labor of love. And really, what says I love you more than baking a birthday cake?
Sunday, my first day of my 55th year and the last day of summer, was a lazy day. There was football. I finished a book that made me cry in a very good way. And there was a beautiful pink and purple sky. It was the perfect way to end a really perfect birthday weekend.