But anyone who knows me knows that musical-type behavior doesn't really suit me, so we had a great time!
Deb made the cake. I dropped it. It didn't make much of a difference, really.
The surface of an ice-cream cake, looking a bit like that scene from The Thing right at the end.
My camera kit had been expanded with a 50mm f1.4 lens. Hence lots of lovely shallow depth to the photos.
A pretty, pretty photo of my birthday cake, candles lit and light reflecting on glasses.
I didn't feel much fear about turning thirty. I know it's quite traditional to start fretting about the state of your life in general and your internal organs in particular. But on the whole (not withstanding a little glum thoughts about wasted time...but only for a minute or two) it was very happy and felt much like, well, not quite a start, but definitely a strong footfall in a recently begun sprint. I almost wrote 'sprint to the finish', but that sounds rather fatalistic. Perhaps it should be an early footfall in a long and interesting ramble.
Most importantly for this mind-set, of course, was that I got to spend the day with Deborah. How could I be worried about the future when it has her in it?
The usual suspects - an amazingly attactive woman in a particularly pretty dress, light streaming onto her skin and hair, casting a golden aura around her, reflecting her inner glory. And me staring at the camera like a psycho.
So really, that's it. I can't write much more, which seems a shame when this is the start of my Olympian five post week. But it was really that simple. And that happy.