birthday breakfast

Erin and I met when we were in 6th grade, and became fast friends, easily impressed by how much we had in common. One of those things is our birthday - one day, well, technically we were born 15 hours apart. Our birth announcements were even in the paper on the same day - although we were born at different hospitals.

We've often had joint birthday parties - but it's been a few years since we've been in the same place. This year Erin was going to be in town and free for just a short window, so we had a birthday breakfast potluck in my back yard. And it was gorgeous, which was lucky, because it had been raining all week before.




My little attention hog Nigel wouldn't let us sit in the grass without some belly rubs.