This week my daughter turned 29. Hoo boy. She also came home, as all her friends are getting married this summer, some of them in Northern California.
On her birthday itself, we went hiking. In Huddart Park, in case you are familiar with the Bay Area.
She, as always, since birth even, a glorious creature.
Me proving that yes, there is an outfit Ray-Bans can’t fix. Water bottle in hand.
And both of us dusty, hot, peaceful and happy. Surrounded by trees. Exclaiming at three pileated woodpeckers and a California Sister butterfly we didn’t even bother to photograph. Happy birthday honey. It is a pleasure and constant honor to be your mama.