You get what you ask for! (Nice change, isn’t it?)
On Monday, July 16, I turned 27. You may applaud. I know: it’s impressive that I’ve survived so long.
We had a cookout/picnic at this wonderful little place called Tidal Falls, where a narrow stretch of water connects a sizable bay to the ocean. I’ve only ever been there with an outgoing tide, so I have yet to see the water flow actually reverse. I managed not to cut myself on the barnacle-covered rocks I clambered over in my flip-flops.
We ate good food; we ate good cake (chocolate with whipped cream frosting, courtesy of Gram). We chased after a soccer ball and my four year old little brother (my family is big and convoluted, and will probably require its own post). He also insisted on ‘helping’ me unwrap presents.
So a mostly quiet, completely fantastic day! One of these years, I’ll organize a proper party like I wanted to do for my 25th. Maybe next year?