Matt took yesterday off to spend the day with me. Swoon.
We had lunch with my sisters and just each of our little girls (all the boy cousins were off at school, pre-school or with their papas). Matt was clearly the odd one out (not that Matt's a cousin. I mean, I'm from the country - but we're not from that high up in the hills - can you hear the Bluegrass playing?).
I spent the day in my very favourite boots. Oldies but goodies.
It was my birthday. But oddly, it felt like any other day.
We're having a take-two later in the week. I'll try and jump out of my own birthday cake. Think it's possible?