I have to say, if my 44th year is anything like the first day, I'm thrilled.
Time with Lu in the morning. A trip to the beach. Farmstand raspberries for the ferry trip.
Lunch at Sitka and Spruce (that's where we are here. Lucy would like to show you her lunch too.). It was spectacular.
Shopping for food. Prosaic moments. Singing Wheels on the Bus in the car, again and again.
Seeing friends, lovely friends.
Dinner at Delancey, where Brandon made me the best pizza without a crust I have ever eaten. (We love that man.)
A ferry ride home with a girl asleep in her seat.
Waiting for us when we returned home? Our cookbook. The actual book. Oh my god, it's real. And it's gorgeous.
44? I like you so far.