Spoiled rotten

No, I'm not talking about QQ - though that descriptor would not be - ahem - entirely inappropriate in describing her. But that's fodder for another post. I'm talking about ME!
As some of you know, I had a birthday recently, and between Valentine's day and my birthday my husband has spoiled me beyond all description. I can't actually list all the things he has bestowed upon me for the past few weeks, because my brain can't contain them all at once.
Obviously, he had to forewarn me about the biggest gift, because it was our week-long trip to San Francisco. That gift alone floored me and left me speechless at his generosity and careful planning. But there was more...so much more that I ended up feeling not only ridiculously spoiled, but beholden and feeling shame-faced at the pitifulness of my recent holiday and birthday gifts to him.
The following are just a few of the things he saw fit to spoil me with over the past couple of weeks. Above, a pair of gorgeous beaded mules that I coveted in a store window in San Francisco's amazing Chinatown (more on that beautiful evening in another post). Hard to believe they had anything in a size 11 in an Asian boutique...but they had at least one pair, and it just happened to be the most perfect color.
A Buddhist 'eternal knot' necklace from a San Francisco museum shop. He picked out this one himself, and I treasure it dearly.
My fill of Japanese design magazines from the Japantown bookstore. I am a design mag addict, but here in Denver the Japanese ones are not to be found.
A book of Rumi's poetry from the museum.
A trip to the Asian Art Museum in SF, where we also had one of the best lunches I've ever had the pleasure of eating - yaki udon, with fresh handmade noodles, mushrooms and veggies. The thought of it still makes my mouth water with desire.
And a hat made from vintage Brazilian tarpaulins, from a Denver green living store.
The gorgeous bracelet on my wrist, btw, was a birthday gift from my wonderful mother, who is at the moment on a small boat exploring the fjords of southern Chile.
Of course, the greatest gift - and the one that had me quite literally skipping down the hill to the lake on my run tonight (much to QQ's delight) is the amazing family and the wonderful life that I have been blessed with. I truly have lead a charmed life, and the charms keep on coming.
I am profoundly, unspeakably grateful for all of it.
I love you, M.