On my sixth birthday, my mom was in the hospital having my sister Angie. That was the first time I got a baby sister for my birthday. On my tenth birthday, my stepmom was in the hospital having my sister Erin. Another baby sister for my birthday! Yesterday we all celebrated our birthdays in separate states. We are 36, 26, and 30 now. I hope that someday I can celebrate with both of them. It will happen. I will make it happen, it just may be a few years.
My children made me homemade cards, as I always request those too. Beatrix instructed Jonny to write the words she dictated: “Birthday Card.” Funny. The girls convinced a friend of ours to take them shopping for me the day before my birthday after a trip to the movie theater. They chose flowers and chocolate. Every year they buy me chocolate in hopes that I will share. I know their tricks.
My birthday gift from Jonny, per my request, was Elizabeth Zimmermann’s Knitting Workshop. I put it in my computer to watch a bit late in the afternoon while I was nursing Job. Jonny doesn’t understand why I am so excited to watch this. I tried to explain who Elizabeth Zimmerman is, how I just want to sit and listen to her talk while I knit and drink hot tea. He watched for a few minutes. No, he doesn’t quite get it. I know that some of you do though.
Just as I finally got Job settled in his bed, hoping for him to sleep for awhile so I could do some knitting, Jonny passed me a note. The note said that a babysitter would be arriving in half an hour and that we were going out for dinner. I can’t really explain this part of myself, but my immediate reaction was to feel panicked and have to fight tears. Jonny knows me, can’t explain me either, but expected this reaction. He also knew that I would be very happy once I got over the hump of adjusting to the surprise plans. He ordered pizza for the kids and I thought to myself that I was sure glad that earlier in the day I had put on mascara and curled my hair just because it was my birthday. I put on my new socks, special socks knit by dear Elizabeth, my favorite shoes, and stuffed diapers in my purse along with my knitting (just in case!) and we were ready to go. It was a great night, dinner with Jonny and some of my best friends. Maybe now that I am thirty six, I will grow out of my issues with sudden changes of plans and that sort of thing. I warned Jonny in the car though, “I’m probably just going to get worse with age.” Just so he’s prepared.
I had a great birthday. Thank you!