Monday, September 17, 2007
Happy Birthday to Me
However, her purpose was merely to greet me with a cheery happy birthday song and the imprecation to turn over a new leaf and start a life of early rising and bright chipper mornings. She was absolutely delighted that she'd wakened me. So at least my mother had a good start to the day, and honestly it's hard not to be in a good mood with your mommy laughing happily in your ear in the predawn light.
Dr C then slipped me out of the house to the local coffee shop for a grande generra (mocha with an orange twist and I recommend it highly) and a mango-passion fruit scone. While we were gone, my girls spent the morning making me a happy birthday sign. It is complete with personal drawings, little messages, signatures, and secret penned kisses.
The day is cloudy and drippy and damp and drizzly and all those things that should make me miserable. But the bimini covers went up yesterday, rendering the boat snug and comfortable. Dr C signs the papers this week to sell the pratice, and I think we might be able to find a tenant for our building in the form of the girls pediatrician.
My inbox is full of happy thoughts from friends, the IRC channel is buzzing with talk about where to take me for drinks, and there are two cards to open on the dining room table.
All in all it's not a bad thing being 39 (for the third time) if you have this many people who really want to make your day a happy one.