Tuesday, February 05, 2008


Yesterday was my birthday. As I get older, the best birthdays are quiet ones spent with my family. I have a lot to be greatful for. A wonderful husband, three amazing children, two beautiful grandkids. A quirky little house that I love and loyal friends. My daughters wrote me poems for my birthday. Here they are. The first one is from my oldest daughter.

You have always been there for me when I needed you.
There were times when I didn't know what to do.
Even though you and me are growing older,
I will still cry on your shoulder.

I'm writing this poem because you mean so much to me.
I love you as much as a sailor loves the sea.
No matter what you do;
I will always love you

Even though you are a little quirky;
And usually, you're not that perky,
You are still really cool;
But only if you remember to sign me up for driving school!

I will always love you no matter what
And I"ll always be there for you if you're in a rut.
Well, I'm running out of things to say,
Oh yeah, Happy birthday!

And here's the second one, by my youngest daughter:

Caring, loving mother.
Adoring, loyal spouse,
Personable, funny best friend,
You mean so much to everyone.

Love, your favorite daughter

You can definitely see the differences in their personalities. Stevey wrote hers two days before, put some thought into it and also a friendly reminder to sign her up for driving school. I particularly love the line "like a sailor loves the sea". Clever. Her last name is Sailors. Not to be outdone, Sara wrote hers quickly on the morning of my birthday and signed it the way she signs everything she gives me...love, your favorite daughter. Nice to know she sees me as "personable"...? Good girls, both of them.

My husband gave me a beautiful, black sleek wine cellar with five bottles of different wines. The sweet man really knows my heart.

All in all, a wonderful birthday. We stayed in and had chinese food delivered from our favorite place, Lucky Palace. Forty-three feels good. I do have about fifteen or twenty pounds I'm trying to lose before summer. And I'm still struggling to write and publish this year. There's a lot of good ideas churning around up there, as usual, but getting them down on paper is another thing entirely. I'm hoping my counselor can help me get to the root of my procastination and angst.

She's doing a lot of talking about boundries.

What are those?

43...almost fifty, geez. Know what I mean, D?