Happy Birthday Wendy!

"Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time."
Jean Paul Richter (German novelist and humorist)

Dear Wendy,

In honor of your special day here is my wish for you:

1. A sunny day with blue skies and big, white, puffy clouds

2. Crow sightings

3. Oolong tea in a pretty cup

4. Celebratory phone calls


5. Dog hugs and kitty kisses

6. A new hoodie

7. A long soak in a warm, bubbly tub

8. Fresh fruit of your choice

9. A handcrafted felt purse


10. A tall frosted glass of delicious iced tea

11. Baby coos and smiles

12. Good music

13. Chocolate chip cookies

14. Time to ponder old memories

15. Homemade guacamole

16. Sunflowers

17. Chocolate chip cookies

18. Time to dream new dreams

19. A cake full of candles

20. Money in your pocket

21. Kodak moments

22. Something silver

23. A gathering of good friends

24. An urban walk

25. A nap!

26. Michael Connelly books to read


27. Cousin capers

28. Brown things to warm your heart

29. Pork chops and applesauce

30. Crispy clean sheets topped off with your favorite quilt


31. Pillows fluffed just so

32. Smiley faces and laughter

33. Birthday balloons

34. A hike along a tree-lined pathway

35. A day off of work

36. A pedicure

37. A day to celebrate you.


My special daughter, delight in all the glories and blessings this day brings your way. Never forget you are loved.

Loving you and missing you,
Mom

Comments

Anonymous said…
Happy, happy birthday to me!!!!!!

I love this; thanks Mamacita! You know me well. My day is good and has only just begun. Look forward to seein' where the day takes me.

Off to get my toes painted soon...

Love ya,
~w
September 2, 2008 at 2:43 PM
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