4 score and 7 years ago.....OK, maybe not quite that long ago.....a beautiful (smart, kind, lovely, darling) little girl was born. Her wonderful mother was in the hospital knocked out (yes, it was that long ago), while her dashing father was at her grandparents' house washing the car. (Can you imagine? Not wiping the brow of his laboring (but asleep) bride, but home washing the car!) He had the phone out the window waiting for the good word from the Dr.. Finally the phone rang around 1 that beautiful Easter Sunday afternoon, he hopped in his clean car and flew to the hospital.
There was his snoring, I mean, lovely wife and his stunningly gorgeous baby girl (hey, it's my story, I can embellish). They named this dreamy little girl Susan (which means Lily, which is appropriate for Easter, don't you think?). The handsome father wanted to name her Judy after an old girlfriend, but thankfully the mother woke from her drug induced slumber and straightened him out!
There it is, the story of my birth. I love birthdays and plan on making a big deal out of mine for the next 60 or so years. What better way to celebrate another year well lived with all the highs and lows that come with life in general? No time to lament getting older, or adding another gray hair, or another wrinkle....it's time to celebrate the present. I mean the here and now, but if you have presents, bring'em on!