I woke up on the morning of April 7 with the table filled with containers of chicken and spaghetti, plus a box of cake, that H bought and prepared. It was my little me’s second birthday and I absolutely had no plans for anything. It was really sweet of H to cook the usual kiddie birthday fare, and while I was asleep too, since I do not cook at all.
My sister Girlie had pasta cooked too and we made plans of getting together later in the afternoon at the [old] Wharf Galley [in Elias Angeles St.]. The only guests for this occasion was my father, my sister Girlie’s family, H, me and the staff of Wharf Galley. It was a very simple celebration.
Still, I was too busy to even take a photo of my family and the birthday girl. Ah, April was such a crazy, crazy month. (So glad April’s over. Hello June…)