Because it’s Monday.
Because it’s definitely summer in New York.
Because that third cup of coffee is just screaming for a little something sweet and muffin-y to hang with today.
Because maybe, just maybe, I ate one too many chocolate chocolate chip cookies (full disclosure: spoonfuls of chocolate chocolate chip cookie dough) with my 2-year-old this morning and need a little nutritional redemption.
Because of all of these reasons and more, I give you carrot zucchini muffins. Happy Monday!
We’re in blizzard territory, guys. Like, for real.
In fact, we’re apparently on the brink of one of the worst blizzards in NYC history. Word on the street.
All of my friends and family who are fortunate enough to live in places where snow is nothing more than a dirty word have checked in to make sure we’ve stocked up on milk, bread, water, batteries, and flashlights.
And all of my New Yorker friends are like “but did you get all of the wine?”
So instead of standing on line (side note: New Yorkers say “on line” instead of “in line.” I’m still getting used to this. The Midwesterner in me just can’t wrap her head around it.) for hours at Union Market to buy a gallon of $9 organic, locally-sourced milk, I think I’ll just bake some cupcakes.
More specifically, these ridiculously gorgeous (not to mention ahh-mazingly delicious) red velvet cupcakes. Because what goes better with wine than cupcakes?
Guys. Today is my husband’s birthday.
And can I just say that I am one blessed lady to be able share in celebrating this man’s 28th birthday?
In the seven years we’ve been together, this guy has taught me more about love, faithfulness, grace, forgiveness, baseball, and Civil War-era history than I ever thought I wanted (or needed) to learn. I have had the privilege of watching him grow into the confident, determined, grace-filled man he is today. And I’ve also had the privilege of growing with him and beside him. I’m so thankful that he takes me as I am, obsessive compulsive tendencies and all, and loves me just the same. And I’m thankful for what an incredible father he has become to our tiny person. Seriously. Our little guy positively adores his daddy (and for good reason!)
I have the feeling that 28 is going to be a pretty fantastic year for this husband of mine. And I’m so glad that I get a front-row ticket to the show.
So Happy Birthday, babe! I’m so incredibly proud of you. And I’m so proud of your relentless desire to become the man God called you to be. I’m so glad that we get to do life together.