Back in the time when I lived in Oslo, I was taught that if your birthday is a beautiful sunny day, it is because you were very good that year. This is what we woke up to this morning:
The boys didn’t mind – no rain means an opportunity to run around outside, fog or no fog.
But by the time our errands were done, It already changed into this:
Have I been good, or what?
We were able to take off our coats, and take a long, very slow and lazy walk outside, taking in every possible bit sunshine. I didn’t even know I missed this so much.
Then a short stop at the thrift store yielded this:
This was a very good double-sweet-sixteen birthday.