Yesterday, I celebrated another year. There were French Breakfast muffins, flowers, and gifts; there were messages from all corners of the world, all corners of my life. The old girls invited me to lunch at the home, where sat around a table of food, telling jokes and laughing. Our discussion of current events inevitably turned to the legalization of the Weed. Jane mentioned she had no idea marijuana had so many names until she went to Portland a few years back. She decided to take a walk around her hotel before meeting her family for breakfast. Halfway around the block she met a woman, sitting on a bench. “Mary Jane?” she asked. “Oh no honey, I’m Ella Jane,” Jane answered. “OK, thank you–have a nice day!” said the woman. When Jane arrived at the cafe, she told her family of her new found friend. “My, but people are friendly here!” she said. And we laughed some more.
Even my other grandmother remembered my birthday–though she couldn’t quite grasp how old I am. Not because I’m fair faced or young of spirit, mind you; she simply thought it impossible since she “is”48. Bless her heart, I love her to bits.
So yes, it was a grand day, indeed. And since one day of festivity does not seem quite enough, I intend to celebrate my way right through the weekend.
I hope the same might be said of you. True birthday or otherwise, I hope you’re surrounded by those you love most . . . you’re blessed with a happy surprise or two . . . that you have your cake and eat it, too . . .
A very Merry Un-birthday to you, my friends!