It was a wonderful year. Perhaps the expectations were a bit high, but even if 42 might not have held the answer to ultimate question of life, the universe and everything, it was a truly spectacular one. Since my last birthday, we took a huge family trip to Alaska, got our first dog, bought ourselves a little log cabin, went to Europe for another big vacation to visit Martin's family...and in between all of these big things, we have enjoyed all the little things that each day has brought us. And I suppose I feel like at least I know the ingredients to my happy life. And I truly feel like each year is better than the last. Maybe I'm getting better and better at following that recipe, or improvising on it, or realizing that with whatever ingredients I have on hand, I can make something delicious.
For the actual celebration of the day, the boys put out quite a breakfast spread: macaroons, meringue, tarts and a broiled grapefruit bonus.
It was a really lovely day, and we wanted to be outside. Max and Otto and I went to the Botanic Garden. Otto was really excited to finally take the tram tour.
Although he may have lost interest at some point.
Visit to the miniature train garden.
Dinner: Hachi's Kitchen (sushi) on Otto's fish plates. Flowers courtesy of Martin.
And for dessert: more tarts and macaroons and a family viewing of the season two opener of Downton Abbey, which we've all been watching together over the last few weeks. Just the kind of quiet celebration that I really like.