Tucking her in the night before my birthday, she could barely contain her excitement. She wears her heart on her sleeve, and was as happy for me as she would be if it were her own birthday eve.
I have a wonderful daughter.
We had a typical day. School work in the morning. Hurray for our great tutor! Reading aloud in the afternoon. Charlotte just started wowing the townspeople by weaving SOME PIG! into her web. Later, Riley went to music therapy and Seth and I sat outside in the gorgeous sunshine reading The Hobbit. Seth listens so intently, and remembers details I couldn’t begin to retain. I love reading with him.
Pizza for dinner, then, they sang to me and gave me cake that tasted like the most delicious giant Ring Ding.
I’d never licked my camera, until now.
After cake, we went to buy some trees. I’ve been wanting to plant a couple of them in the back yard. Looking through the selection, studying the likes and dislikes of different varieties (some like shade, some like sun, some are sissies for cold weather), Riley says to me, “So this is your idea of birthday shopping?” We laughed!
I didn’t only get trees though. My beloved HT got me an iPod. Because I was the last person on earth carrying around a CD Walkman. My friend Betsy teased I might as well be carrying around a boom box on my shoulder.
We rode home laughing with trees sticking out the car windows, kids holding onto the thin trunks.
Many gorgeous people from so many points on the planet wished me happy birthday on-line, by phone, and through snail mail cards. THANK YOU!
43 years old, I went to bed with a heart full of love, and a belly full of Ring Ding.
I don’t generally like odd numbers, but it seems like it’s going to be a very good year.
*Freshly showered and not a stitch of make-up in the photo. Posting anyway, ’cause happy is beautiful.