best. birthday. ever.

Last year was pretty darn AMAZING . . . but this one was just as good (and maybe even a little bit better).

Started out with sleeping in (bless John's heart).

Then Headstand Yoga (which I did one ore two of them and fell on most . . .)


This isn't actually the headstand yoga--it's a picture I took to make my friend feel guilty about ditching a few days ago . .. but you can feel the yoga energy . . .

Then I went to the Temple with my darling friend and met up accidentally with another for a quiet (yes please!), contemplative, warm and cozy (between my two dear dear friends) morning . . .

Followed by the MOST DELICIOUS surprise LUNCH EVER at Cubby's with even more darling friends (lots of talking about Magical Tidying Up and traveling the world--pretty much dream conversations).

Then . . . a unexpected (but much needed) pedicure treat that honestly melted my bones (I LOVE those massage chairs. I need one!) and made my sweet little raggedy toes look like a million bucks!

And then . . . well, there was some driving kids around and cleaning up and all that jazz, but that only made John coming home early from work (at 5:30pm) to hang out with me even better.

And throughout the day, I must add, gifts magically appeared on my doorstep and in my hands. Thoughtful, beautiful, generous gifts that made me feel awed and loved . . . THANK YOU!

We all met up at Wild Zucchini's for my FAVORITE fast food ever (salad and pasta with more veggies than you know what to do with . . . heaven . . . pure heaven!)

And Mom and Dad came along . . . best meal ever! Blessed indeed . . .

Which was of course followed by Nothing Bundt Cake Red Velvet . . . my VERY MOST FAVORITE EVER . . . to share with my family (My beautiful nieces Kyra and Page--and Patrick and sweet beautiful Evie--came to celebrate and make my night truly magical)!

After which some of my darling beautiful hysterical wise loving generous friends stopped by to wish me a happy happy birthday (made my night!)

And I got everything I wanted and more . . . shoes and a shower cap. Doesn't get much better than that!

And now, I'm crawling in bed, all warm and snug from a day filled with love and gifts, not only of real things, but most of all time and love. I am blessed beyond measure. I have not room to receive . . . .

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