My 28th Birthday

Yesterday was my 28th birthday. It was rather spetacular. My husband made breakfast in bed, which was delivered to me upstairs in my attic bedroom by my almost three year old daughter who lovingly snarfed down half of my pancakes with jam. She brought with her a large helium balloon with Elmo on it. She picked out for me herself. The balloon was cheery. Even more cheery was my daughter chasing the balloon back and forth across the floor of my bedroom as she emitted gleeful shrieks. To be honest, I knew I was getting the balloon the day before my birthday because she told me. She ran right into the living room after pealing away her coat and boots at the side door of our house and promptly exclaimed that she GOT ME A BALLOON for my birthday. My husband pulled his hair out because they had been talking over how to keep a secret the whole drive home. I giggled.

Later in the evening my husband and I went to a nice restaurant to eat. We enjoy doing this as a very special treat. We had not been to this nice restaurant before, and liked it. The restaurant did not carry my favorite kinds of pasta that I usually order at really nice restaurants, so I had to be experimental. Usually this makes me anxious, but it all turned out well. I had pheasant lentil soup and a salad with tortellini on spinach leaves. Real spinach is actually quite tasty. I think spinach just has a bad reputation from its canned form and Popeye. We splurged a bit extra and even ordered zabaglione for dessert, which turned out to be a delicious rich custard layered with raspberries. It was delightful.