In nearing my mid thirties, birthday expectations seem to
dim year on year. The merriments seem nothing as exciting as milestone of
becoming 4. I don’t spend hours planning my party/parties, requesting ambitious
cakes or deciding whether babies should or shouldn’t be invited.
However, this year I enjoyed the most unexpected of sunny,
light days and was surrounded by birthday love. I was given not one, but two
slices of strawberry tart, fresh from the counter of our favourite cake shop.
One for me and one to satisfy Jasper, of course.
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