This weekend we celebrated my 30th with a brunch at our house. We debated throwing a big party or going on a weekend trip, but nothing sounded right. (Why is it that we feel compelled to do this on milestone birthdays? Like if you don't, then reaching that point is somehow less significant. Am I alone on this?)
Last week, we started planning a small brunch with close friends. Not a lot of fuss. The only requirement was good food. My friend Anna, who's actually a baker by profession, agreed to be our "chef" and cook for us at the house. It was pure bliss not to have to stress about the food while still entertaining our friends.
|French toast shooters and quiche|
|Skillet potatoes and onions with fried eggs|
|Shrimp and cheese grits; these were my favorite.|
|The "birthday cake" was crepes with sweet custard and pears.|
My adorable goddaughter, Gianna, who after seeing my baby picture said, "Aww, Heather. You's were kinda' cute when you were a little baby! " Would you look at the posing abilities of this kid? No prompting necessary.Molly, Tanya, and I talked about how "old" it made us to think that we met ten years ago. It doesn't seem that long ago that we were making Ramen noodles in the dorms and feeling like life hadn't even started yet. It's always risky when you invest yourself in people. (I think most of my 20's was spent grappling with that concept.) The older I get, the more I value these "investments"; they didn't just happen overnight. I'm pretty excited to see what the next decade has in store for our friendships and our families. Oh...and even when he's making a Zoolander face, this guy's pretty great too.