It was my birthday yesterday. It was fabulous. I got a giant balloon and presents and my sister made a sticky date cake with caramel sauce. I got out of the house (no mean feat with a twelve week old) to have lunch and a pot of orange pekoe tea with my Mum and my sister. In the evening my sister babysat and my husband and I went out for dinner. At one point I was considering putting off the dinner till another day because I just felt too spoilt. Then I thought…nah, it’s my birthday! Let’s do it!
The sun shone and the food was wonderful (especially that date cake, gaaahhhh…) I decided it was time for a family shot, the first with all four of us together. I’ve posted the one of us getting ready for it above. It says a lot more about us than the posed ones. My eldest is yelling “Messy Hair!” because she hates it being tidy (she’s a dyed in the wool “ragamuffin”), my youngest is being calm and blissful (that’s her way, bless her) and I’m busy trying to scrub us all up. I’m thinking – hey, I don’t wear makeup every day / week, let’s get it together people!
All in all a sensational day. I was definitely “feeling the love”. Let’s do it all again next year, please? x