In the 8 and 1/2 years of my blog I don’t recall ever talking about my birthday, that’s about to change.
I was born on Saturday, February 14… Valentine’s Day. Family story has it that my mother refused to have me on Friday the 13th. Whether true or not I don’t know but I have always liked being a Valentine.
Out and about for a walk with my Easter bunny in my new Easter outfit.
I was an only child but never a lonely child.
Every year my mother would plan a party for my birthday and every year I’d be sick and it would have to be canceled. At long last around the age of 9 or 10 I finally had my first birthday party.
The group picture is my daughter Deb with dog Jilly, daughter Patty, granddaughter Tiffany and me… we recreated it for Patty’s 50th a few years ago with Deb holding dog Chappy this time. We’ve definitely all changed a bit I’d say.
In the words of Carly Simon…”one number older, another year younger, blow out the candles, happy birthday” 🙂