Last week was perchance the brightest of the year so far, and not just thanks to the halo of birthday candles. I’m not usually a ‘birthday’ kind of gal, preferring to celebrate quietly with one or two beloveds, but this year my best friends arrived the eve of, with homemade birthday banners and gifts galore and secret plans in tow: how we brunched, how we wandered, how we laughed. It was — every moment of it — perfect, and if birthdays mean weeks like the one just past, then maybe, just maybe, I’ll hold up my hand and say yes, I’m a birthday girl after all.
+ on my birthday morn’, chocolate croissants studded with candles
+ and a banner strung up in hand-cut pastel letters: the three of them plotted together to make it, which made my heart swell for love
+ sister time, friend time, family time – a week full of joyful company
+ him, hiding the coffee cake in his sock drawer
+ and holding it in front of me, Friday evening, his face lit by the candle and by that lovely grin
+ being now in possession of a slow-cooker – oh, the endless possibilities!
+ the world’s best granola (found here, no word of a lie)
+ last week’s early shot of spring: camellias a’bloomin’, not a cloud in the sky
+ the four of us roaming the floors of Foyles, each seeking out our genre of choice
+ handwritten missives, packed with Singaporean treats, packed with such care
+ thoughtfulness – for it was all around and I felt, feel, so very loved
+ my one wish: to blow out a row of candles, fulfilled over and over