After a delicious birthday dinner, a cake with yellow flowers on it, the tulips, more tulips, presents galore, friends, and more laughter than I thought possible (wait, that’s not true, those screams and hoots are normal for us!) my birthday week is over. It was sweet and fun, and I think I’ll do it again next year!
I had one more special birthday treat. My mom left a message for me yesterday, sounding a little upset. It wasn’t the case, though. She wanted to wish me a happy birthday. This is momentous on several levels: 1) she remembered; 2) she managed to make the call; and 3) it turns out that she’d orchestrated a complicated flower delivery (more lovely tulips) that apparently involved my nephew B because my sister S wasn’t at home at the time (at least I think that’s what happened). No matter. I’m touched, and so grateful for my little mother.