[back dated to the 6 December]
The facts were these: having reached the age of thirty when the statistics and usually believed realities of life and death would argue to the contrary was quite an accomplishment. Charlotte Charles had not had a proper birthday since she was eight years old, before the death of her father and before being swept into a life of solitude and cleanliness with her aunts.
While the birthdays of her youth were filled with the customs of cake and small adventures, this one she felt would be different. Quieter for certain and filled with pie for one thing, just her and her little family to welcome in the next decade of her life.
Bouncing slightly as she wandered around their winterfied hut, she merrily whistled the Birthday Song while putting up bits of tinsel.
While the birthdays of her youth were filled with the customs of cake and small adventures, this one she felt would be different. Quieter for certain and filled with pie for one thing, just her and her little family to welcome in the next decade of her life.
Bouncing slightly as she wandered around their winterfied hut, she merrily whistled the Birthday Song while putting up bits of tinsel.