Twenty-four

I am not the kind of person who is secretive about my age, or birthday, or weight even. I don't care about getting older -some days I look forward to greying naturally. If someone asks me my age I respond before I even think, "Isn't it a woman's prerogative not to tell her age?" But I've passed the "looked forward to" ages. I turned 10 and 13 and 16 and 18 and 21, and now I'm done for a while. Are there any ages left to look forward to? Do any ages come with more privileges? Well, I turned 24 on Thursday, or Wednesday, we're not really sure. And I don't feel any different. I do feel only marginally sad that I am no longer a young-twenty-something, and I am a mid-twenty-something. And while I know that that is still ridiculously young, I feel a bit older now. I always assumed I'd have at least 2 kids by 24. But almost one kid is better than none (unless you ask Husband ;).

And, if you ask Husband, he'll tell you that he gave me such a lovely birthday. And he did. Husband has the world beat for thoughtful presents. I don't even know how he knows what to get people. But he just knows! He knows how to get you something that you either didn't know you needed, or never thought someone would think to get for you. I wish I had this super power.

This year, Husband noticed that I was almost done with my journal, and he bought me a new one. And it is a lovely one. He also noticed that my guitar has lawn fallow for over a year because I've been too distracted to go get guitar strings, so he went and bought me new guitar strings! I didn't even know I wanted them, how did HE KNOW?! And that evening after work I got us some banh mi (I spelled it wrong last post) sandwiches and we drove to Dallas to go to the Museum of Art. I have been itching to go to a museum especially since we've lived next to two art mecca cities for the last year. Surprise, I bet you didn't know Dallas and Fort Worth were art meccas. And the DMA did not disappoint. Also, it was free.

 My mom sent us a box of fancy handmade chocolates.

 Look! Bunny-shaped chocolates! And now that I typed that I realize that people eat chocolate bunnies every year at Easter and I feel like a fool for pretending that this was such a unique and amazing thing. Hmm... well, they were delicious.

 Banh Mi. Very tasty, though it gave us really wicked breath...

 The DMA.

 The design for my next quilt. I wish. Isn't this fabulous?

 A giant bed made for Henry Clay. Sadly, he died before he could sleep in it.

 Matt, "Make a sassy pose!"

 Me, "Please delete that, I look bovine." Seriously though, I look much bigger in this photo than I do in real life. I promise. This is not me living in denial.

After the museum we stopped by Braums for a chocolate dipped yogurt cone and a cherry limeade. Braums it a Texas thing. They are what In-N-Out used to be, in that they own their own local dairies and only use their own stuff. And they have the bomb cherry limeades.


Happy Birthday to me. It was a perfect day.