"For pleasure has no relish unless we share it."
The Common Reader
I guess you know by now I love birthdays. Mostly other people's birthdays. I like the idea of celebrating me for a day, but in practice it feels uncomfortable to be singled out. By their very nature, birthdays are ego-centric. I like being ego-centric in private. At 61 it's time I start practicing what I preach.
Here's what I preach:
Birthdays are for celebrating the one and only you.
Birthdays are for making wishes, and eating cake.
Birthdays are for singing the birthday song and doing the happy dance.
Birthdays are for saying thank you.
Birthdays are for giving yourself permission.
Birthdays are for hugs and smiles.
Today I noticed birthdays are also for sharing.
Like sharing your special day with others who a) love you or b) have your same birthday or
c) both of the above.
Along with me, today is also the birthday of Miss Lucy Schmidt. Her ver first, one-of-a-kind, wonderful, stupendous, gonna-have-a-grand-life birthday, to be exact. What's really exciting for Lucy and her family is that she will celebrate, not once but twice. You see last year, 8 days after she was born, Lucy underwent open heart surgery. Yes. I said surgery. A team of doctors at University of FL/Shands hospital operated on the teeny heart of a baby so new she was still red and wrinkly. That kind of surgery had never been done on a baby so young. And if that's not miracle enough, after just three weeks, Miss Lucy, announced to her mom and dad, the hospital staff and anyone else who would listen, that she wanted to go home - to get on with the busy-ness of living life to the fullest. I am honored to share my emotional, artistic, dream-filled Piscesean sea with a fighter like Lucy.
|Lucy and her Grandma at the beach|
|Merry & Mary|