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Photo essay: A Very Happy Birthday

I turned 40 yesterday.

As I said to a friend last night, you know that you’re fortunate when your idea of a nearly perfect day is pretty close to an ordinary day.

When I was 20 my idea of a good birthday breakfast was cake and ice cream. Yesterday morning I had fried eggs, multigrain toast, spinach salad, and tomatoes with feta and za’atar. Go figure. 40 is weird.

Other highlights:

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Colouring our giant illustrated world map with E. As we coloured we chatted about things like where Madagascar is and why kangaroos only live in Australia.

 

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Splitting logs for the fire. Chopping firewood is still the most fun I can have in my backyard.

The kids hauled in the firewood and I built a fire. Then N snuggled with me on the beanbag and I read to him from Harry Potter and the I Have No Idea Which Book This Is.

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We had an early dinner of Laffa and Shawarma (and Schnitzel and Chips, of course) at Aish Tanoor.

And then I rushed off to my dance rehearsal. R and K came with me, and we brought birthday cake to share with everyone.

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After rehearsal the girls and I joined in a folk dance session – old classics that were simple enough to learn on the fly, in case I hadn’t learned them years ago in school (from the woman in the orange leggings, in fact.) 

 

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Back home, to where Mr. December literally kept the home fires burning. I sent the kids to bed, took a shower, and cozied up by the fire with my sweetheart, a bowl of dessert, and a shot of Bailey’s.

And that’s it – my idea of a good time. Stay tuned for my ambitious list of things I want to do with the next 40 years!

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