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5 Comments:Well, then Bess, Happy Birthday to you from the bottom of my heart with blessings galore.
Happy Birthday to you, Happy, happy birthday Bess!
Happy birthday, dearest dear!
By Somewhat belated happy birthday to you! Your birthday dinner sounded exquisite! Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Wednesday, September 21, 2005 Wow - slept late but then, had stayed up late to watch a movie with BD, so no duh. And Tuesday was a long day, starting with an early meeting and ending with a WW meeting. Today is a shorter one and a more fun one, since today is Wednesday and we all know what that means. Yes! I get to have a birthday party with a bunch of toddlers. I’ve got my parties skirt, with ruffles on the skirt - and I’ll wear my high heels that light up when you walk (for the one hour of story hour, that is) and we will sing happy birthday together and make paper birthday cakes. Yesterday BH joined the executive board of our library friends group and POW! did she light some wonderful fires under them. It’s a good group of people who had gotten stale. She couldn’t be stale if she had to - she’s such an energizing person. She’s also one of the bravest people I know and I cling onto her coat tales whenever I am feeling nervous and scared. It’s rather cute the way I admire all her good qualities and she admires all mine. I’ve been just waiting till she had time in her life to help me with this group and within 30 minutes she had transformed them - much to their own surprised delight. That was my early meeting and it set the tone for the rest of the day. An energizing Birthday Eve - and now it is TheDay itself. I adore birthdays, everyone’s birthday, but I adore my own the most. I like to work on my birthday so I can tell all the people who come in the library that it’s my birthday. When they answer back “Happy Birthday” it’s a kind of blessing and it makes the day one notch happier. To share it with wee ones is like putting sprinkles on the frosting on the cake. And in the evening we dine with the Young Darlings at their house. Their house is modest is the extreme, but it is set with one of the most beautiful evening views imaginable, across a little pond, full of frogs, and over a stubbley field full of doves to a deep forest fringe that tickles the glowing belly of sunset. After dinner we’ll stroll outside and savor the wonder of this glorious earth, this whirling ball that holds us while we journey on the quest. GD and I share this happy birthday month. Her birthday was on Sunday, and we’ve always been both giddy, silly, happy and smug about being September babies. It was a bond we shared long before we wove in other ties. It’s actually a bond I feel I share with all the September babies I meet. It makes me smile. It means I share, with all northern hemisphere SB’s, a personal celebration at the time of greatest bounty. We are the harvest babies. We are the babies of the full sacks of wheat, the stooks of corn, the fat round pumpkins in the barn, the pantry shelves full of preserves, the attics strung with peppers and onions and garlic. In some ways, it’s always seemed that we autumn babies are mankind’s harvest as well. We are the promise fulfilled. Agriculture may have decided that springtime is the time of new birth, and you can be sure I was mighty glad my baby was a springtime baby and I didn’t have to carry him through the long hot summer - but I’m glad my mama did me such a favor. In fact - though I’ve thanked her for a number of wonderful things she gave me as I was growing up - I don’t think I’ve ever thanked her for having me in September. So, perhaps it’s time I did. Thanks Mom. Thanks Dad, too. Thanks for giving me my favorite month for a birthday month. posted by Bess | 7:47 AM |
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