a quarter of a century.

Yes, her big day was over a month ago.

But when you’re already a quarter of a century, a few weeks shouldn’t matter… amiright?

We celebrated in our usual fashion. The birthday girl had her choice of dinner…

and dessert.

This is the dessert that happens when it’s the baker’s birthday and mama has to do the baking.

Then she was inundated with a plethora of homemade cards.

With cash and checks and coupons for free nail-painting and bed-making.

Did I mention a plethora?

The birthday girl also had her choice of company.

(Company that was obviously thrilled with being selected to sup with said birthday girl.)

Aaand then the celebratory family picture.

You know, so we don’t forget what 25 looks like on this one.

Which, if you ask me, looks pretty darn beautiful.

To the one who made me a mama, happy quarter-of-a-century.

Hugs and kisses infinity times each,
Mama