but I still stop and stare.
A post about Sam and he's not even pictured. Well, he turned 24 sometime after 8 a.m. today, which probably put him halfway through his snowy bike ride to work. I try to avoid meat for a few reasons, but I got up early this morning and cooked Quiche Lorraine and breakfast sausage—does that tell you how I feel about him?
Happy birthday, darlin'.
We rode out to Michigan with some friends yesterday for brunch at a new friend's farmhouse, a long snow hike, antiquing, and eventually drinks and dinner (in that order). Too sunny for my digital camera—and, man, am I missing my Pentax whose shutter keeps sticking—but you get the idea. I couldn't have thought up a better day.
Wishing you a slow and steady Tuesday morning. (I can't help but think of this one in Tennessee.)