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.
We plowed into it, and then Seth noticed how funny the cake looked half gone. That chunk missing in the front is where I dropped the camera on it while trying to take the picture.
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!
We put the kids to bed and TIVO blasted through DWTS, and did our obligatory screening of Glee.
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.
Sounds like a “Mary Poppins” birthday – practically perfect, in every way!
Happy IS beautiful, and you are BOTH! Now I’m giggling out loud about the image of you carrying around a boom box on your shoulder.
Don’t think I’ve ever seen you look so gorgeous. No make up needed. And you know I wouldn’t lie.
Sounds like a perfect day and celebration. Wishing you a wonderful year ahead!
Dear Michelle, the photograph of you is lovely. So much happiness in that smile and in those hands that look ready to clap a joyous beat to the day.
Peace.
LOVE that picture of you – especially after reading your book. It makes me want to jump up and down, really. I’m so glad you had such a lovely birthday, but I am a little disappointed to hear that now I am alone in my ipodlessness.
“I’d never licked my camera, until now.” A day of firsts!
I love to take pictures of myself so that I can look at them a few years later and think about how pretty I was in that picture. Pictures after age 20 are like fine wine, they get better in the years after they’re made.
And no one else ever sees the flaws in the pictures that you see of yourself. It’s the rule! (You look lovely, btw)
Man that cake looked good. Sounds like a really lovely day for a very lovely person. I think 43 is going to be good on ya! And no, you are not the last person, just now getting myself an Ipod and was carrying around a walkman radio/tape player so I believe we are ripe candidates for the Ned Lud Society. LOL. I am being drug into the technological age by my feet it seems. X O
Been offline for a couple of days – so sorry I missed your special day! Sounds like it was really wonderful, and that cake! I could just eat my screen! Happy Birthday, my beautiful friend! xo
Meg is right. And you look happy and glowing. Happy Birthday to you!
Perfect! So happy it was a wonderful day. And that cake looks guuud.
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You look ABSOLUTELY gorgeous! A belated Happy B’day! May this year be the best yet!