It was Juju's birthday party, but it could've 
been mine. Surrounded by my favorite peeps in one of my most idyllic spots on earth--Strawberry Hill.
Papa Soups hosted this perfect summer supper. Lelu and A. Boston joined us, fitting in like a pair of little gloves--with hugs and love from all. The boys climbed on the big ole tractors (and Lelu, too).
We all wandered the farm. The kids were in awe of Dad's beautiful hand-made windmill, and he so patiently explained how it worked. They stood for long, still periods beside the pond watching and waiting to see a fish.
Everyone brought something yummy, and Soups outdid herself, as always--dressing their cozy cabin up in its party-finest.
Megs brought these yummy little pastry shells (filled with a blend of cream cheese, confectioners sugar and I don't know what else)--that were as pretty as they were delicious. (See Leemy eyeing the dessert spread!)
On the drive out there, we were talking to A. 
Boston about having
a little 4th birthday celebration for him in a few weeks.
Near the end of the gathering tonight, he whispered to me--"Mimi, can everybody here come to my birthday?"
It's so very good to be loved, huh?
Boston about havinga little 4th birthday celebration for him in a few weeks.
Near the end of the gathering tonight, he whispered to me--"Mimi, can everybody here come to my birthday?"
It's so very good to be loved, huh?
