I cannot, for the life of me, believe that my eldest child, Brooke, is 42 today. My first born baby girl. My initiator. I remember slumber parties, surprise parties, roller skating parties, parties in San Francisco, parties with a magician. And I remember at least 42 family dinners in her honor.
Sunday was one of those days. It was what Brooke wanted: an afternoon filled with a feather painting project she wanted everyone to help with for her Thanksgiving decorations. It was a chilly afternoon with painting in the backyard, a toasty fire in the family room, football on the TV, Shepherd's Pie and buttermilk biscuits in the oven, wine and sparkling cider, and a very delicious chocolate cake.
There were about one hundred black goose feathers, that soon had every tip painted gold:
And then Little Miss Cinderella needed to do some scrubbing where the paint - left to her artistic wiles - overshot the cardboard a little!
Later inside, we made buttermilk biscuits and cut them out with autumn leaf and acon cookie cutters. Brooke had the most delicious Shepherd's Pie in the oven. Three huge ones to be exact.
And served them up with homegrown honey that was gifted to us by my boss who is also a beekeeper. Yum!
I just loved the family sitting around her dining room table enjoying an autumn meal and telling true life bear stories, each person's very own bear encounter of a life time! Bears. Autumn. My favorite animal. My favorite season.
Happy Birthday, beautiful Brooke.