And a one, an' a two...
Happy Birthday To You! (Meaning me!)
The phone rang this morning and I could hear whispering after I picked it up. "Do it now... it's HER!"
Then I heard Mack, a very confident and authoritative conductor, "And a one, an' a two..." and Addison chiming in on queue as they sang Happy Birthday to me!
Big bonus is that I'll see them later for a birthday party, though the on-again, off-again "surprise" is off again. Which is fine by me; there's cake either way.
I'm not altogether certain that this was taken on my birthday, but it's me and I appear to be pleased with a few new things.
(Please to note the amazing, pom-pommed handknit slippers.)
(I would kill to have that Hi-Fi right now.)
So I'm 52! That's just crazy, man.