“Even though it’s my birthday, I want to pamper both of us; what’s mine is yours.”

And so, Eric’s 31st has come and gone. There turned out to be very little pampering involved–the epic hike of the preceding 2 days so thoroughly exhausted our minds + bodies + souls–but the day’s merit didn’t slide past without due recognition.

I recited again the 30 things I love about him (last year’s birthday gift.) We splurged on a table for 2 at a small town Indian restaurant and devoured CHEESY naan bread. I carved a “HAPPY BDAY MY LOVE!” into the powdered sugar of a grocery bought brownie, and he blew out a citronella candle after I sang the requisite song. I tried for 31 [good natured] spankings, but got tired at around 13 and forgot to administer the rest.

Happy day, oh Eric!

-K