Yesterday was my birthday, and a very nice birthday it turned out to be.

I had begged Michael to please not make a big deal about my birthday, and I insisted that I really meant it and wouldn’t be upset if he did exactly as I requested. I was grateful that he believed me and didn’t try to surprise me with anything.

The evening before my birthday my mother took me out for coffee and dessert, and we had a wonderful time visiting uninterrupted.

Then, yesterday morning, my sister called me and said she wanted to do something special for my birthday. Her idea was to bring cinnamon rolls from my absolute favorite bakery and we could sit and have coffee and rolls. That sounded wonderful, so I encouraged her to hurry on over! I brewed a fresh pot of coffee and waited eagerly for her to arrive.

Just when Joyce got to our house, my nephew, Ben, came upstairs and offered to watch the children for a while. So all the kids ran outside to play while Joyce and I visited. What a treat to sit in the living room with coffee and a huge cinnamon roll, visiting about every little thing that we wanted to catch up on, and having a sitter running interference with the kids. What luxury!

The rest of the day was fairly ordinary, which was fine with me. Several people called to say kind things and wish me a wonderful day, so that was fun.

The last thing I did to celebrate my birthday was to bake a double-batch of cookies to take to Michael’s softball practice at 7 pm. I was delighted to hold out a tub of cookies to unsuspecting folks and say, “I’d like to wish you a very happy birthday!” The confused person would smile and reach for a cookie, and then I’d explain, “It’s my birthday!” I received many garbled, crummy happy birthday wishes as folks were munching and smiling. It couldn’t have made me happier.

So, another birthday is done. Happy Birthday!