Mirepoix

The last week was equal parts joyful and stressful. We went to Savannah to celebrate my Dad’s big 70th birthday and that was just the epitome of joy. It was, however, pretty stressful because – after a miserable check-in/security experience – the airline lost ALL of our luggage. Thankfully, we [eventually] got it back but had to sit around the house throughout a very long delivery window, really cutting into our whole day. We also had to buy all new clothes (I guess there are worse things!). And before you say “this is why I don’t check luggage,” I’ll tell you I didn’t plan to check any either. We were all the way on the plane when they told us they didn’t think there was anymore overhead space so they took our bags off…only to forget to tell the crew there were three more suitcases to check so our bags sat on the jetbridge when the plane took off. Oh and this was also the week we had to spend talking taxes and financial stuff – conversations I hate that stress me out. But we’re back in NYC and get to enjoy a short work week with Easter celebrations on the horizon. Life ain’t so bad when you think about it.

As I mentioned, the primary reason for our trip to Savannah was to celebrate my Dad’s 70th birthday. My Mom organized the most lovely dinner in the private room at Husk. After discussing with my Dad, they decided that his perfect celebration would be an intimate gathering of about 25 people – just family and close friends. It was so nice to get everyone together and toast to 70 wonderful years of Jerome. I could tell he was so happy to be surrounded by his favorite people and it made for a truly beautiful evening.

Finn is the kind of child you need to keep busy so on Saturday morning we took a family field trip to the farmer’s market at Forsyth Park. We picked up some hummus and great kimchi and let V go nuts on the playground and run allll around the park itself. There weren’t a ton of people on the lawn so he decided to just roll around like a dog. He desperately needed a bath that afternoon, but his smiles made it worth it.

A vintage bag (that’s totally something my Grandma Konter would have worn) and a coupe cocktail on a gorgeous bartop. What a beautiful sight.