celebrating johnny is so very easy. he is my love & I can't believe he is mine. the adventure began with a knock on the door from dear friends who live too far away for pop ins. this lead us to a little ten pin, a long lunch & several hands of 500. There was mud, a bogged car, red velvet cake (johnnys fave & my worst), our besties, top gun, charades & a full nights sleep. And then THIS day. we joked that the vineyard was like being in the womb of God. grey skies, open space, a chill in the air, a crackling fire, Sara's cooking, croquet, deck chairs, wine, more mud, kangaroos, a fawn & the greatest of company. ah, to celebrate. to love. to breathe deep.