And so, this first day of the last year of my twenties draws to a close. Twenty-nine. Wow. Oh, gracious, how did that happen? I don't really feel old, exactly, but thirty does seem so officially grown up, and now there's no denying that it is just around the corner. Well, there's no need to fall into a big existential crisis over it, so I'm just going to sail through and think about all the beautiful things about my birthday weekend:
1. Big, wet birthday kisses from my best girl.
2. My yearly batch of chocolate frosted birthday cupcakes from one grandmother and a loaf of delicious cranberry bread from the other.
3. Homemade cards proudly made by same best girl. Bunches of them.
4. Homemade chunky monkey ice cream: the best birthday present ever from the dear husband. Before Mark became the reigning king of homemade ice cream, my favorite indulgence was the Ben & Jerry's chunky monkey flavor: banana ice cream with chunks of dark chocolate and walnuts. Mark's version is infinitely superior, and I get so giddy thinking about it, I may have to sneak off to the freezer and grab a spoonful right now.
5. A garden fresh late summer family supper over at my mom and dad's: fried green tomatoes, okra, green beans, mashed potatoes, corn, and my mom's fluffiest biscuits served with butter and pure sourwood honey.
6. A pair of adorable new wellies and two books from my parents: Feeding the Whole Family and To Dance With God.
7. Enough Amazon gift cards to indulge a much needed book binge
8. A post-dinner snuggling spree with my dearest ones, coming up right about now.
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