The best thing about being born on the Fourth of July is always having the day off, and getting to spend it with friends and family who also don’t have to work. Fireworks, picnics…it’s all there. I can’t do anything I want. I started the day yesterday opening the 3 cards from my husband -yes, 3, he always has more to say than will fit on one card–and the lovely gift he got me, a handmade bowl I had admired when we were in Santa Fe. Then we headed out into the day, strolling the avenues and eating lunch at a lovely Italian restaurant before returning home to the cool of our apartment and phone calls from family members wishing me a happy birthday. Oh, yes, and the cake my friend Frank brought me–he gets me one every year–because he knows that bakers are always baking cakes for others never themselves. He even got my favorite kind – banana. Mmmmmm…..
I feel very blessed.
