Birthday No. 56 is in the books. And it may well be a template for however many birthdays I have left.
On the surface, it wasn’t that rollicking: morning Mass and rosary with a dear friend from my old (Episcopal) parish who is now in the Roman fold, a leisurely breakfast afterward with said friend, and then a few delightful hours with the Blessed Sacrament at Marytown. Short of an overnight retreat, the day alone was a gift.
On the way home, I found a new (to me) Korean fried chicken place and brought home a batch of chicken with pickled radish and rice for dinner. Then, after dinner, F and I made a batch of brownies.
More than 50 grams over my carb limit later, I couldn’t have asked for a better way to celebrate the gift of another year, thanks be to God.