So I had been feeling pretty rotten around this day. I have been having head aches, and body aches and have been having a rough time with my period and meds and so even though I usually LOVE my birthday, I really didn’t feel much like celebrating this year. We can’t go anywhere, do anything, or really even see anyone. Krysta was out of town, and I just didn’t feel much like celebrating. BUT, Karl was so sweet to reject my rejection of my birthday. He really went all out on making the day special for me.
Breakfast was, at my request, Popovers. OH man they were SO good. He made homemade whipped cream and had raspberries to top it with. SO delicious.
I mean, we fancy:
Karl went to work that day, especially since really all I felt up to doing was resting. It was okay, I had some super cute nap snuggle buddies.
Lunch time came and we ordered in from a place that I can never get Karl to take out from, Lomitos.
Their cheese empedadas are VERY much like special quesadillas from El Centro.
Karl got off work early to make dinner. He made my favorite,boeuf bourguignon.
I had calls from my sister.
Karl gave me a a ring like I saw in the Louve. (I found it)
And he got me my very own down comforter.
Mom brought me a better than sex cake, with 10 candles, set out to look like 3 and 7. She also gave me a new eye mask, and some money.
The kids sang to me with Karl.
Happy birthday to me.
Chelsea sent me a box full of the pasta I love.
Then Malia, Betsy, and the kids came to wish me a happy birthday. They brought me a bag of cherries from their tree, a black lives matter sign (That I really wanted for my yard, and she made at a print shop for me) AND a poor man’s with a big A on it.
I felt very loved and seen, it was wonderful.