After a long, routine, regular Wednesday (ending with ballet), we went out to our favorite Italian restaurant to celebrate somebody's 35th birthday. Chicken piccata, greek salad, tiramisu, and the best damn bread this side of Europe. Three adorable companions. Only thing that would've made it better would've been a glass of red wine. I suffered through with iced tea.
There was no suffering at all for each of the girls, who enjoyed spaghetti and meatballs.
Beautiful tulips from the Gutsy Dad.
A few trinkets from my favorite store from the aforementioned man as well as the aforementioned girls. Smart shoppers!
A sassy summer handbag from my godmother who really seems to know me quite well after all these years and continues to spoil me! This darling item is significantly more awesome in person than it appears in this photo.
Love,
The GM
PS: I would like to note with a certain amount of pride that I can now, officially and by most reasonable standards, be noted as having "advanced maternal age" on my OB chart. I just would like to say that those mean docs who wrote that on my chart FIVE YEARS AGO when I was preggers with Jillson were crazy wrong.
2 comments:
Happy birthday, birthday buddy :) I have to admit that I'm actually feeling younger at this milestone birthday, oddly.
I was a similar age when I was pregnant with Angus. I was labelled "Elderly primagravida". Elderly!!!????
Happy Birthday Margaret.
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