I didn't intend to write another birthday post, but seeing that I have so many lovely photos to share, here are a few sweet highlights from the day.
Pumpkin, a barn cat that we haven't seen since we left for Ireland in September, returned just in time for a morning birthday snuggle! He was looking as grumpy as ever but unexpectedly fat, making us think he's taken up house with a neighbor somewhere and it getting ample food and love desipte wandering off. (He left again the next day. I guess he just wanted to wish Lupine a happy birthday.)
Then there were phone calls from family and friends, a surprise gift from a far-off pen pal, and vintage and homemade gifts from Pete, Sage, and I: flowers and a hand-carved longbow from Pete (the bow made by a friend), homemade caramels and an ingenious batch of "Hagrid's Treacle Fudge" from Sage (we're on a bit of a Harry Potter kick over here), and a vintage typewriter from me, found via scavenger hunt, since it was a bit too cumbersome to wrap.
The rest of her day was spent reading, crafting, typing letters, and baking her own pie – a lemon meringue that would have done my Grandma Katie proud.
And before we knew it it was time to light the birthday spiral, read her birthday story, and tuck into a celebratory treat.
Of course her day, like every birthday, was deeply woven with the many familiar details that form the heart of what a family tradition is.
More than gifts of singing or candles or cake, I think that this what we all look forward to most of all. Those familiar, well-worn traditions that remind us of who we are.
And now, onward with 11! I can't slow this momentum down, so there's nothing left to do but be present and loving, and to enjoy the honor of being along for the ride.