I am in the process of over-dosing on the most decadent, cappuccino-chocolate torte extraordinaire a thirty-five thirty-six-year-old woman could ever ask for. And while the crab cakes, halibut and blue cheese rice pilaf was all worthy of a birthday dinner out on the town (especially considering I haven’t been out to a nice meal – a.k.a. a meal at a fine restaurant without kids in tow) in over six months…the cake definitely takes the…well…the cake.
But, sweeter than any birthday cake that Andrew could have come up with (and he selected a kick-ass birthday cake this year!) was the fun I had playing in the snow with our youngest son this morning:
Now, THAT’s a great way to spend a birthday!