This past weekend was my birthday. FORTY EIGHT. My daughter made me a delicious triple decker chocolate cake (from scratch!). She even put on a “4” and an “8” candle on top of the cake. She had dug the candles out from a box where I keep all my children’s candles from their previous birthdays. These mismatched, sparkly candles that spelled out 48 seemed almost obscene in a hilarious way. It was a wonderful weekend of family, oysters and champagne.
Love this and Happy Birthday!