Yes, it’s the dead of winter, the East coast is buried beneath snow, Egypt is erupting in worrisome unrest and that pesky hawk continues to swirl overhead in hopes of a taste of chicken tartare. But for the moment, let’s put all that aside and focus on the REALLY important event of this week: Taylor’s 24th birthday!
Where the years have gone I have no clue, but it seems like just yesterday that my dutiful first-born son arrived ON his due date with his mile-long eyelashes and changed my life forever for the better.
Sweetie, this is for you:
And just to put the icing on the cake, so to speak, Victoria’s birthday was also this week and we were lucky enough to score an invite to her beautiful birthday breakfast. Nothing like lounging in the sun on the patio of the Four Seasons while the rest of the country is up to its ears in icicles. Many thanks to Michael and Marie-Christine for including us.
Last night the celebration continued at Alexandra’s cozy new abode, where she hosted an elegant little dinner party. Dessert was an amazingly decadent French concoction of chocolate, hazelnut, praline and macaroons in honor of Victoria’s birthday. A food crime of the highest order but worth every caloric bite!
In other news, blog correspondent Catherine sent this photo just to remind Hope and Autumn that there are much more clever and hard-working hens out there than them:
And lastly, but by no means least, friend Carly sent a photo of her new dog, a rescue lab aptly named Murphy S. Law after he was consecutively diagnosed with Parvo, then Pneumonia and then Bordatella. He’s healthy now and very, very lucky to have landed in such a loving home.