Pictures from my first roll of film taken by my new Diana F+. Clockwise from top left: chickens, my mother working in her garden, Baby Lara pointing at my lens, Lara jumping on the trampoline.
My birthday started as my days usually do, with Christian's alarm going off in what always feels like the middle of the night. He turned off his alarm, then rolled over and kissed me. "Good morning. Happy Birthday." I dozed until he came back showered and dressed, and kissed me awake again. We said family prayers, and I sleepily crawled back into bed. I woke up again to hear pounding on the front door. It was Christian. His car battery was dead again, and there was no way my car could get close enough to jump it. He told me the many ways he had tried to get around this problem {some of which are too hilarious, unfortunately, to post on this blog}. He was frustrated because he had taken a half day off work, and he had been going to surprise me later at Alice's. I told him it was okay, he tried to start his car one more time, it worked, and he was off. Baby Lara {whom I was watching} and I spent most of the rest of the day at Alice's as planned.
Christian came home from work before I came home from Alice's. We had dinner at Cookout, which was wonderful, and then went to Harris Teeter to pick up dessert and a movie from the RedBox. I picked out ice cream sandwiches with key lime ice cream in the middle for dessert {Christian disliked holding them in the store, because he thought they looked "super gay," but after eating them, even he admitted they were delicious}, and
Sherlock Holmes for watching. We saw
Sherlock Holmes not too long ago in the theater, but it was so good, I wanted to see it again {also, I was under the incorrect impression that you could rent Blu-Ray discs at the RedBox, and I thought it would be fun to watch on our new TV}. We went home, and Christian gave me possibly my favorite birthday present of all time, my new Diana F+. It is gorgeous, and I love it. It was a simple, but an amazing birthday.
Thanks, Mom, for having me. And thanks, Christian, for making my life perfect.