It's not my birthday. My dear friend just surprises me. She does that a lot.
This beautifully wrapped gift has been setting here for a few hours now, but I just can't get myself to tear into the delicate wrapping. It's driving my daughter crazy. Her small hands are getting more curious by the minute. I have to keep shooing her away. Thank you, Mardi. I don't know what it is, but I LOVE it!