My beautiful sister, Olivia, turned seventeen on the first of September. She and Ben were able to spend the day with us, and it was such a lovely one.
She is so very much a hobbit that we thought we really should have a birthday celebration of the kind. And so we did. We had such fun preparing it together, and the rest of the family gathered in the evening to enjoy supper with us.
Olivia is my true kindred friend, full of love for her Savior, deeply thoughtful, writer of poetry that so often says the very things I feel and wish to say. The best of company; she'll dance with me to Ella Fitzgerald while we fold laundry, or delight in Handel while we bake. Talk of books or flowers or life or places that interest. I am so thankful for this sister of mine. ~'* *'~ ~'* ~'*
Olivia, elf-friend, slicing mushrooms for the pie~
Lembas from the elves of Lorien (honey shortbread)
Our feast~ Mushroom pie, green beans with garlic, meatloaf (wrapped in bacon), tomatoes in vinaigrette, brown rice pilaf (with carmelized onion, almond slivers and craisins, with a hint of orange), and juicy miniature grapes.
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Having a hobbit for a sister means that on her birthday you receive clever things spelled out in sweet things to eat!