Chloe’s last day of 22, she said, “Mom, I don’t think I want to be 23.” I told her to shut up.
And then it was morning, and my child is no longer 22. 😀 She had a lovely day. Breakfast with Bryson, a nice walk, off to teach her art class and a surprise cupcake birthday party from her boss and her students, then a shopping trip for her funky new shoes, (a prezzy from me), and her favourite supper she always asks for: my bacon and leek pasta.
Then she went off climbing with Bryson and her friends, while I finished the blackbird on Mendelssohn.