Yesterday was my 44th birthday. And like every year, I skipped out of work for the day, opting instead to spend a quiet, lazy day at home with my family. There was nettle to forage and bed sheet forts to build; homemade gifts to unwrap and baby animals to cuddle. And so much knitting in my lap (sometimes in the hands of my young knitting partner)! Lupine even made me a birthday crown, with dandelion and dock leaves and the first magnolia blossom of the season.
It was slow, simple, and just what I needed. I think the older I get the more comfortable I become in my life and my skin. And the less I really need to make me feel complete. No fancy dinner or big party plans, just my three favorite people, the sun on the hills, and some yarn in my hands.
Oh, yes. That was just the way to turn a new page on my calendar.