Thirty Four, The Magic Number
Dear Little George,
Today is my thirty-fourth birthday. The Feefadders graciously offered to baby-sit this evening so your Dad and I could go out on the town. And then I thought:
"Self? If you could be anywhere doing anything on your thirty-fourth birthday what would you do and where would you be?"
And my nearly thirty-four week pregnant self replied:
"You know, what I REALLY want? A good pizza, a chocolate cake decorated by Simon Lucas Kagle, and some mint ice cream made by Matthew. Oh, and self? I want the house to magically clean itself spotless AND maybe we can sit still on the couch ALL EVENING - even if we have to watch The Land Before Time Part NINE from Netflix to make that happen."
And so that is what we will do. Special thanks to the Feefadders for the gift of a cleaning service, The Man for making me cake and ice cream from scratch, and The Boy for the sprinkles.
Love,
Mama