He Gets Me

I had a nice birthday. Despite one of our roosters deciding to kick the bucket on my special day, it turned out to be a pretty one. The weather was picture perfect and my brood actually got along ... which is always pleasant.

I got phone calls from my siblings all wishing me a happy day. I always love it when my oldest brother calls. He always identifies himself by saying, "Hello, this is your brother XXXXX." Like after 46 years I wouldn't know who he is. In fact my oldest sister does the same thing. It cracks me up every time.

My parents called me too. They were enroute to their home back in Florida. Let me just say, I am so glad they are back safe and sound. I worry about them driving that far at their age, but heaven forbid I suggest Daddy might be too old to drive it himself! That's coming soon, I fear, but I'll think about that another day.

I did miss one phone call this year. This was the first birthday that I can remember that I didn't hear my "birth story" from my big sister. Before she passed away, every year she would make up a story about the day I was born. Sometimes the stories were outlandish and sometimes they were closer to the truth. I don't know why she ever started doing it, but it was definitely something I looked forward to and it is something I will always miss on my birthday now that she is gone.

Of course there was cake and presents on my special day too. My brood baked my favorite kind of cake since I was a little girl ... cherry chip with pink frosting ... yum! As for presents ... Boy Wonder gave me a framed antique birthday card which I have the perfect spot for in my bedroom. The Munchkin made me an adorable handmade card and the Geek gave me a couple of good magazines, some Swedish chocolate, a beautiful bottle of perfume and a way cool shiny lime green pocket knife. Talk about being prepared in the case of any emergency ... with chocolate, a sweet looking sharp knife and a dab of perfume -- I am ready for anything that comes my way!

Yep, he gets me all right