I came home last night to a humongous box staring at me. I was going to wait until my actual birthday to open it but woke up this morning feeling like a child, anxious to see what was in it.
An early birthday gift from my friend, Jacque. I called her this morning to thank her, "Did I tell you that I'm obsessed with pigeons right now?" She replied, "No, but I remember you pointing out a print of a pigeon and liking it."
I love that she understands my impetuous love for things.