With all the babywearing hubbub I decided not to mention that it was my birthday this weekend. I tend to make a big fuss about birthdays and expect those I love to do the same for me. It's a though standard I hold my man to, but he pulled it off.
He brought flowers, orchestrated a ridiculously late sleep in for me, mastered biscuits and gravy for breakfast, covered my mama-duties while I wandered the flea market isles for a couple of hours, and even called my mom for my favorite oven-fried chicken recipe (standard birthday dinner of my childhood).
Oh, and pulled off his first cheese cake ever: meyer lemon with a graham cracker crust.
Sage's face in the background says it all, doesn't it?