As January comes to a close, I wanted to share a few pictures from a day that is super special to our family.
Fifty-seven years ago, on January 27, 1961, my dad was born.
A few (or more) years later, my parents were also married on January 27. That may not have worked out so well, but hey, I exist. I'm pretty thrilled about that fact, so, I guess it was a minor win.
Then, a couple years ago when this cute guy decided - on January 27 - that maybe he kinda liked hanging out with me just a bit, I was pretty agreeable to the idea.
So, yes, we enjoyed celebrating January 27.
First, we had breakfast at 11-worth Cafe. This is exactly the type of place that my dad would have loved. Little cafes with amazing breakfasts were his thing.
I, of course, had the Chicken Fried Steak. I ALWAYS have the chicken fried steak the first time I try any place that has it. I don't know why. I'm just weird like that.