Paging through the birthday book
I found this little thing at a sale last year -- it appeals to me because a) it is an old book, b) with color illustrations, c) with handwritten names (some erasures, as well), d) it's for boys and girls, and e) it's awfully cute.
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
My baby sister's birthday is today (and also Truman H's)! It just does not seem possible that she's... as old as she is! Happy Birthday, Annie!
A newborn is scheduled to make his appearance today (if he hasn't already decided on his own) that will make me the winner of an office baby pool (the winnings of which are traditionally split with mum).
Tomorrow... well, another small change comes to mind:
A dreary place would this earth be,
Were there no... ANN!
My mother's birthday is on the 31st, winding up the month. She's actually got a trifecta, celebrating her birthday and anniversary on that date, as well as their first date -- which always seems more beneficial to her husband, having to remember only one date instead of three.
To be honest, I don't recall, exactly, my first date with my hubby. (We don't have a song, either.) (Uh-oh, will I have my marriage taken away?) I could probably figure it out if I looked at a calendar... it was October, I know that much, and I do remember where. I don't know what I wore, except for the boots... Why I ever had cowboy boots in the first place, and wore them in the second place, is beyond me (it was the '80s... Urban Cowboy influence), but they're memorable because, well, have you ever tried walking the beach at extreme low tide in cowboy boots? Trust me, you'd remember. Do you recall your first date?