Twenty-Seven

Somehow, I'm twenty-seven. I'm not quite sure how that happened? It doesn't seem possible until I look at my tall, lanky four-year-old (four going on forty) and realize that yes, it's possible. It's more than possible. It's reality. My birthday was a lovely, quiet day. I did lots of knitting and very little housework. So a perfect day, really. *wink*

Here's the knitting, by the by -- The Left Bank Cardigan, which is coming along nicely. My very first sweater for moi. So far it's been a wonderful project. The pattern isn't boring, but it's also simple enough to work on while watching something or chatting. Perfect, really. So far, I've only had to frog back 1/2 a row, which may be part of the reason I'm enjoying this project so much...

Leftover Souvlaki for lunch (recipe here, Tzatziki sauce here), which was lovely. Grilled pork, caramelized onions, sliced tomato, creamy Tzatziki -- perfectly fresh and delicious.

The past year was rather eventful -- new baby, new town. More challenges and more blessings than I can count. And now for another year, with unknown challenges and unknown blessings in store.