*cream cheese not needed, but M will gobble it up, radishes and all, with a dab of it on there.
I’ve been sick, sick, sick for the past few days. I woke up Saturday morning (the day of the party) with a mild fever. But, with everything set up, the grandparents willing and able to watch Marlowe, and everybody already having purchased they’re sparkling attire, I didn’t want to cancel last minute… so it continued. I dosed and dosed in oils, minerals, vitamins all day long…. and had the best night I’ve had in a long, long time. Whether I had originally planned to have a birthday party, or just a sparkle party— it turned out to be on of the best birthday weekends, I’ve ever had. But now, here I am… fighting the sickness. I spent all of yesterday, my (real) birthday, sick as a dog. Today, I’m actually able to open the computer in front of me… and luckily, I’m slowly, but surely on the mend.
We’ve sprung-forward, the days of sun are longer, I’m another year older, and I can’t wait to feel 100% to keep moving forward. A big spring-cleaning and purge is in order for the new season. I look forward to the freeing feeling that purge and reassessment of priorities brings. Less is more. Quality over quantity, always and forever.
I have a zillion and a half photos from Saturday. (Seriously, best. night. ever. I love my friends.) I’m hoping to pull it all together soon. Until then, I’m back to tea, bed, and movies with M.