



Stella's Birthday March 13, 1719
Stella this day is thirty-four, (We shan't dispute a year or more:)
However, Stella, be not troubled,
Although thy size and years are doubled,Since first I saw thee at sixteen,
The brightest virgin on the green;So little is thy form declin'd;
Made up so largely in thy mind.
Oh, would it please the gods to splitThy beauty, size, and years, and wit;
No age could furnish out a pairOf nymphs so graceful, wise, and fair;
With half the lustre of your eyes,With half your wit, your years, and size.
And then, before it grew too late,
How should I beg of gentle Fate,(That either nymph might have her swain,)
To split my worship too in twain.
Jonathan Swift
It really is a wonderful life. A quaint home, food on the table, a smokin' hot husband, darling friends, and faithful family. I'm living like a rich lady (as my dad would say!!)
Some pics of dinner at Lucia's. One of my favorites! Also a pic of my beautiful new mother-of-pearl bracelet from the Lonchambon's.
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