The Perfect Birthday

Somewhere in the madness of the opening weeks of school every year, falls my birthday. This year it was 41. I still feel like I'm 30 so things are going well, I suppose. These days, however, as the boys continue to grow, my birthdays get better and better. The boys enthusiastically enjoyed (or patiently endured) "daddy's kind of day". We visited some crumbling, out of the way spots in Riga to take in some fabulous street art and decaying reminders of Latvia's days of decadence. It was a happy day!