While I waxed eloquent and soppingly sentimental over my love for my birthday man yesterday, the reality of the evening was far less gooey.
Well, actually, it was pretty darn gooey if you count the trifle. Alisa and I made it according to his mother’s recipe (mostly Alisa made it). It was a huge hit, topping the gifts I believe. Or maybe not. There’s nothing quite like opening a new expansion pack of Cards Against Humanity and having 300 new, disgusting and rude answers to abstruse questions.
We had a lot of fun.
And good food.
And plenty of hugs and love to go around for everyone.
And then this morning, Simon and I drove to our lawyer’s office in Nelson – I am now, once again, a half-owner in our house. Wow!
Surreal and wonderful and scary and the best feeling ever.
So – maybe a little celebration tonight following hard on the heels of yesterday’s celebration. Hell, can you ever celebrate too often?
I think not.