Love, at Nightingale's home - a sushi masterpiece by her eldest daughter Artist.
Love, at our new place - traditional birthday noodles for a good year ahead.
Love, on a quiet, slow Friday - crumbling bread together over a belated birthday lunch.
Love, on a greyish Saturday morning - savouring every bite of an early birthday brunch.
2 cakes, 2 birthdays, 2 more firsts in our new place.
(Yes, we just grabbed our spoons and dug in without cutting the cake into slices. Things you can only do at home...)

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