Today officially ends Birthday Reign. I have had a wonderful week and Paul was such a good sport about all the silliness. But the best part of the birthday was a new bag.
There is a funny story about bags. One year, when I was still enamoured with purses, I found a wonderful Dooney Bourke bag and bought it. I set it aside for Christmas. A few days before Christmas, Paul asked me what he was getting me for a Christmas gift. I said, oh a lovely black purse. 'Nuff said. Later, Paul stumbles across the black bag sitting in one of the closets and walks it out to me, holding it by one strap, like it has kooties. He asks me about the bag - is this what I am getting you for Christmas, he asked? I rejoiced and said, it's a Christmas miracle!
So last week, I decided I needed a mid-sized camera bag and went out and bought it. I handed it to Paul and asked him to give it to me for my birthday. He obliged and it was a Birthday Miracle. A girl can never have too many good bags.