I turned fifty about forty-five minutes ago. Today may be the official day, but yesterday was the party. Yesterday was the second-most perfect day ever, and now today is the rest, re-read cards and eat leftover cake day.
Everything about yesterday was wonderful: the garden...
and the table.
The food - oh, the food!
And the cake.
The flowers from Margaret and Madeleine's gardens...
...and most of all the company.
Happy Birthday to me!