Today is my 39th birthday. Even though it was an ordinary weekday of juggling responsibilities, I spent it doing things I enjoy: Wrapping gifts, taking and posting pictures, writing captions, receiving mail (wonderful early response to the annual appeal...
insert shameless plug here: http://www.hospiceoforleans.org/index.php/how-you-can-help/), signing thank-you letters, drinking coffee, eating... and eating ...and eating: Italian cookies, General Tso's chicken and Clark bars, listening to classical music (
insert shameless plug #2 here: http://interactive.wxxi.org/listen#fmstream), being sung to (including by three lovely ladies in their 90s... a trio of nonagenarians!), getting text messages (including one from a favorite
septuagenarian -- my Dad), chatting with my bestie in Britain and my big sis in Brockport, hugging and kissing my kids, picking up after them (ok,
not a favorite activity, but sweeping beats stepping on Cheerio crumbs... or light bulb shards, as was the case this evening), checking Facebook (thanks for the love), and all the while, praying fervently for friends traversing a treacherous valley. I regret that I did not get out for a run today, but tomorrow is Saturday, and I shall stride my way into my 40th year!
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| Ready, Set, Say: "Clark Bar Improv Cake"! In the above series, left to right, 1) We prepare for our official birthday photo (no, Cordelia, you can't have a Clark bar yet), 2) Lucy checks Mommy's teeth for residual broccoli bits from the General Tso's chicken, and 3) The rest of us finally realize we're being photographed, while Delia still gazes longingly at the deliciousness in front of her. |
“Here ends another day, during which I have had eyes, ears, hands
and the great world around me. Tomorrow begins another day. Why am I
allowed two?” ―
G.K. Chesterton
1 comment:
Wishing you the happiest of birthdays and a most splendid year!
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