It's my birthday!!!
And my sons cooked dinner.
So I'm not posting about what I'm cooking.
Yesterday our sainted cleaning lady (She puts up with the fact that we are messy with grace) brought me these beautiful roses.
When I went into the kitchen this morning to make my coffee, I saw that my husband (so NOT a morning person) had gotten up early and bought me these wonderful flowers.
I have been having a delightful day full of greetings thanks to the joys of social media, from the boy who sat next to me in first grade, from my friend Rachel who I met when I was three, from relatives that were on the "good list" my whole life and even from the relatives that we didn't speak to for decades. I have loved how technology has made it easy to feel love from across the years and from all over the world. I am so glad to be living right now.
My college buddy Curtis asked for proof of my age and I offer it in the form of these photos.
I do remember being jealous that my older sisters could sport pigtails. I was wearing the dreaded pixi cut, adored by mothers, hated by their daughters.
I remember wearing every garment in the photo except for my plaid shorts,
The stroller photo was taken in Rockport. My sisters in their adorable sun-suits embroidered with vegetables and embellished with blue rickrack. I am in a gender neutral vaguely nautical sun-suit. I don't have any actual memories of being in the stroller. I do have memories of looking at the photo as a small child and remembering that I had fond feelings towards that stroller.