Last week I celebrated a birthday. One with an ohhhhhhhhhmanIcan'tbelieveI'mhavingabirthdaywithanO!
As a part of my gift, Kevin prepared a fabulous dinner for our family celebration: roasted prime rib, homemade horseradish and steak sauces, twice baked potatoes chock-ful of sour cream and cheddar, and creamed spinach - all from scratch. It was amazing! The aromas mingled all afternoon until you could smell the delicious scent of garlic and spices all the way up the street. He set and decorated the dining room table with gingko leaves and shimmery gold stars. He even folded the napkins to look like birthday candles - how sweet is that?!
Debbie, Bill and the boys, and Vicky joined us for a wonderful dinner and birthday celebration. It was so nice to have everyone here to help me celebrate my special day. I missed mom and dad, but I know they were with us - I could feel their presence. Deb made me a very special gift: a scrapbook filled with photos of when I was a child, and cards I'd given to mom and dad over the years. She even found an essay/gift I'd written and given to dad on his 50th birthday. Isn't it amazing that in all of the pictures and memorabilia we have to sort through she found that particular item? It was wonderful. I read it aloud and we all teared up. Thank you, sis, for this special gift. I will treasure it always. Kevin's gift to me was amazing as well. A beautiful gold heart studded with shimmery diamonds. WOW. It's just beautiful.
On Thursday, someone at work asked me how it felt to be old. I told her I haven't the faintest idea. 'Good answer!' she said.
Good answer indeed.