How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are? Satchel Paige

How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are? Satchel Paige

And in the middle of a very hard time in my life I got an amazing present from Mr. J. I got a birthday party.

I love remembering people’s birthdays—more than Christmas because to me I am saying to them “I am glad you are here on this planet, you matter and you always will.”

I haven’t had that feeling often myself. I’ll own part of that.

This year, as my birthday rolled around my world was imploding.  And  on my birthday I came home and wanted to go to bed. And cry.

Instead my husband gently talked  me into staying up. This wasn’t easy because I was really upset-brittle and scared and so so tired.

Then a friend stopped by to wish me a happy birthday …and I’m…nonplussed. I mean my birthdays often slip by unnoticed. Relations even forget it and have for years. Even when I’ve said it is important to me. hmmmm.

ANYway, enough of that.

J said he would cook dinner on the grill that night. It was super warm for October.

And then somebody else came by …and somebody else.

And more people until we had a house full with kids and friends and..

they were there for me. I get choked up still thinking about it. I felt so loved and cared for.

It was the best birthday in years and years and years, if not ever.

We talked, we ate, we had good food and drink. I Thank you my friends, thank you J and E…Thank you.

And this was my cake. He tried so hard to explain it…The most amazing cake anywhere, any when.

It was really bigger on the inside