Scamp and I invading sister Patti’s bed on a Saturday morning.
Our first day of school. I believe I was seven and she was eleven.
Our sisterly school photo. I was in the first grade. She was in the fourth. I inherited that dress!
It’s my big sister’s birthday today. We won’t mention ages, but suffice it to say that she was always four years ahead of me in everything except birthdays, because mine has been happening six days before hers ever since I was born. Happy birthday to my dear sister who always has my back.
The radiator’s sputtering and crumbs of birthday cake fly out from the thrown back sheet and spread out in your wake. Red wine from toppled glasses forms a little lake so perhaps staging the party in our bed was a mistake!
Today I’m sending out a small bouquet of two flowers as two very important people in my life were born on November 16. One is with me today and another has not been with us for 16 years, so the number 16 is especially significant today.
For my reclusive best friend, another reclusive little creature in a beautiful setting. Happy Birthday, Dux!
And, for my mother Pat, who was a fellow night owl who loved exotics and who would have loved my night view of this hibiscus, I am sure, if she’d lived to see it.
Happy Birthday, Dux and Pat. I love you both and think of you on your day!!!!
Had many nice surprises over the past few days, but two I can show pictures of are the cake my friend Jere brought to the poetry reading I coordinated yesterday (and friend Gloria provided the decoration for in impromptu fashion) and this huge bouquet of flowers my helper Yolanda brought to me today. They are nearly as tall as she is. Thanks to all who made this day special. oxoxo Judy