Yesterday has come and past. I am well into the second day of my fifty-first year. That's right. Yesterday was my fiftieth birthday. The celebration of making through my fiftieth year on earth.
Yes, I wore my tiara. Shut up! If I can't wear it that day, when can I? Okay, well I do have the tendency to slip in on every now and again to vacuum.
Hud took me to the Beauty Shop in Cooper Young for lunch.
We started with some guacamole. Hud had the pasta special. A succulent four cheese raviolli with artichoke hearts and spinach. I know. Hud. Requesting artichoke hearts since I forced him at knifepoint to eat one in 1998.
I had the duck cobb salad. Crispy duck, eggs, and other tasty vegetables served with Green Goddess dressing. Devine.
The kids were on their best behavior. Simone even snuggled up on one of the beds in the office with Boudreaux. She's been cautious with Bou. He's still a wreckless puppy with a tendency to smash things that land under his feet. It was a milestone.
Later came Zali's favorite part of the day. Presents and CAKE! And my favorite, a lovely bottle of Proseco given to me on Sunday by my friend, Jamie Flowers in honor of my breaking the half century mark.
Simone helped me blow out the candle. I think it was less of an effort to help than to get to the cake cutting.
I've always loved birthdays. To the extent that, as a child, I still thought it was my birthday as long as there was cake left. My poor parents had to drag out the candles and sing to me every night until it was gone. And I was stingy with the portions. I could make a cake drag out for a month. Easy.
But this one was truly unique. I feel like I've been celebrating all year.
Thanks, Hud. For making me feel so special.
We'll always have Paris.