Cheerful.
The day was ordinary: routine of laundry, email, book stacks. Yet something more. I don't believe I've had birthday wishes number my age since I was a child. Thanks to Facebook and Twitter and email and cell phones the day broke its patterns while remaining still itself. An ordinary day, verged with future sorrow, became instantia for the archive, to keep for as long as I can grasp.
2 comments:
Happy Birthday!
Reminds me of the golden rule someone told me about children's parties: the number of guests should match the child's age...
None of this "invite everyone in your class" nonsense!
No point, is there, offering the usual condolences? your life seems amazing to me; your family wonderful; your work important; and the global friendship you offer so many people extraordinary. (And your son knows how to use the apostrophe.)
Thanks so much Stephanie -- those kind words are an excellent, excellent birthday gift.
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