Thursday, September 25, 2014
I'm not much for birthdays, really; the older I get...well, I actually had to do the math today to double check how old I am today and to my pleasure discovered I'm a year younger than I thought.
That was good news.
Since there's no rule about NOT having to work on your birthday, I went to work. I'm having a good semester and my kids are working hard, doing everything I ask of them, and doing it without complaint. What more can I ask?
When my first block found out it was my birthday today they were at first a little irritated that I hadn't told them; as we transitioned into our last activity of the morning I noticed Timmothy was out of his seat and walking around to other groups with his paper in hand. Ever diligent, I directed him to sit back down and he complied. Then (head-smack!) I figured out what he was up to.
They'd made me a card!
My heart melted. And Timmothy forgot to sign it! So he made me a bookmark that noted "This was Timmothy's idea!" and he drew a picture of a Jolly Rancher. Well, I just love it.
My daughter sent me these gorgeous flowers:
And my 22-year old son, for the first time ever, went out to a store and bought me a gift and two cards (one from the cats!).
Steve and I will go out to dinner tomorrow with friends and so the festivities will continue for another day. I'm looking forward to that!
Birthdays aren't so bad, really!