Two things, dear reader.
1. I've lived in New York a year this month; it has been the year that flew. Truth be told, I'm glad to have it under my belt. First years are tricky things. Also, when I meet a new person and they say how long have you been in New York and I say I've been in New York about a year, I won't even be fibbing now. Except maybe I'll start saying two.
2. And speaking of two, we at first milk turned two in February and the day came and went and we forgot that we were two. But two we are. Happy birfday, first milk. Thanks to all of you who stop by even when I'm off tending other things. I love you like pink magnolias and blue sky.
Maybe you are tired of looking at this cake. But I am not tired of this cake. It has flags, dear reader. Flags and chocolate frosting. From forty-sixth at grace.
14 maids a-milking:
happy birdday to you first milk:).
Happy birthday! And happy New York anniversary. A whole year, it's just too wonderful.
happy various anniversaries. <3
Happy birthdays, lady.
yay! i bet you're a seasoned new yorker by now... like you can pull off wearing all black without looking goth (californians have not figured this one out), and you can hail a cab by whistling through two fingers. AMAZING!
and happy birthday to first milk! two is when they start to get REALLY cute.
Happy, happy!
And I will never be tired of that cake, although I am always tempted to reach through the screen and swipe my finger through the icing. Yum.
northdays (as in new york days) & birthdays & flags are good ways to tuesday (even if they are belated).
Happy New-York-i-versary, dear Amanda!
welcome back, yearling.
and happy twofsome, first milk.
celebration is even better when it's after the fact. still celebrating. happy cake with flags!
Oh happiness, there is something even more enticing about a cake with flags and hidden under a glass dome!
happy birthday, first milk.
belated happiness is still happiness. which, is what i'm sending to you.
Very much happiness to you.
(And an amazing cake.)
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