In my baby book, at two years old, under "Prayers," it says, "God bless Mommie, Daddy, Grandparents, Sharon, Karen, Uncle Jimmy and so on -- (Sometimes even Pres. Kennedy)."
On November 6, 1960, I turned two years old. We were living in Denver and I had 5-month-old twin sisters. It snowed that day -- Denver's first snowfall that winter. It was also Election Day. John F. Kennedy was elected President of the United States. (Did you know that Caroline has a November birthday, too? She's only a year older than me.) Of course, a few years later, there was another November day that is sadly and forever etched in my memory.
I can't say that politics was a hot topic when I was growing up, but apparently discussed enough that a 2-year-old would include the President in her nightly prayers. My birthday is always tied to the Kennedys and elections. It's not often that election day actually falls on my birthday, but it's always close; and when my birthday is in an election year, I'm always a little melancholy. I feel it this year even more.
It's not snowing today in Wisconsin. In fact, weatherwise, it's gorgeous -- we'll see 60 degrees, at least. You never know about early November -- I have video of DH and little Kt & Ai building a substantial "snow-bear" in the backyard on this date several years ago.
Anyway, birthday it is, and I've already received knitterly presents from the grrs. And you all make me smile and brighten my day with your birthday emails and wishes. Thanks.