First thing I did was go stay with the boys for about an hour while Lily went to the dentist. And they were so sweet to me. I'd put on eye makeup for the momentous occasion of my birthday and when they greeted me, Owen said, "What did you do to your eyes?!"
Maybe I should wear makeup a little more often.
Gibson kept snuggling with me.
"Why are you being so snuggly today?" I asked him.
"Because I like you to hug me," he said.
That boy is a love bug.
And his brother gave me about one million hugs and kisses today too.
After Lily got home we had some time before we were supposed to meet up with May and Hank and Jessie at Fanny's and so we went to the Dollar Tree where we had a great time buying treasures. I love the Dollar Tree.
Then we went to Fanny's and were so excited to find that May had taken the day off so she could sit down and eat with us. She had a table all set up with flowers and a paper tablecloth and crayons so we could all draw. And there were party hats!
And her sweet man Michael was our server.
We had teas and salads and sandwiches and soups and Taylor cooked it all and it was just what I wanted. I got a Caesar salad with chicken salad and ate every molecule. Every leaf, every shred of cheese, every bite of chicken salad.
Gibson had the Gibson Plate of pickled okra and deviled eggs and potato chips. Owen had a bacon and lettuce sandwich. They ate all of their lunches too. I suggested to the pregnant ladies that "Okra" would be a fine middle name for a child of the south.
They were not convinced although Hank agreed with me.
After lunch I opened presents. Owen helped me.
Jessie and May both made me cards and they made me cry and Lily and the boys got me so many treats. A BAG of treats. My favorite beer (Fin du Monde), candy (including Halva which makes me weak in the knees), earrings (which Owen picked out) and a can of my favorite, favorite espresso.
May gave me a copy of a picture of me nursing baby Hank when I was twenty-one, twenty-two? years old.
"Who is that?" asked Owen. He figured it out, but he was a bit amazed that I once looked like that. Lately he's been offering the fact that I was born in the "olden days."
What a precious gift.
Then for the cake!
Oh my god. THE CAKE!
May and the boys took it to the kitchen and came back with it and it looked like this.
And then she lit the little candles inside that flower and it looked like this.
The flower opened up, it began to go around in a stately fashion and it played Happy Birthday.
I laughed. I cried.
And the boys helped me blow out the candles after we all made wishes.
When did I start looking like Lois Armstrong? Or Al Hirt? Jesus. Oh well. We blew those candles OUT!
And then this happened.
Best chocolate cake I've ever eaten and I am not kidding. I can't wait to eat some more.
And then we all went to Goodwill!
Now Mr. Moon is home and we're having a martini and I have pizza dough rising because I want a tomato and basil pizza.
Yep. It's been a pretty perfect day in all regards.
I feel like the luckiest and most loved woman in the entire world.
Four children who are as different as they can be but who love each other and make each other laugh. Two grandsons who hug me to pieces. Two grand babies coming soon. A husband who works so hard and who is going to take me to one of my most magical places. Sweet phone calls and Facebook messages and texts and chocolate cake and you name it- I have it.
Okay. Sixty-one will do for now.