Ides of March

It was a very good day. Daughter treated me to a massage at a local spa where I wore my birthday suit and a smile, entrusting myself to the gentle hands of a therapist. I looked in the mirror and accepted who was there, a woman whose body had changed through the years. Her image may have changed but her inner self was still true to form.

Sophie and Hannah, bedecked in lovely girly-girl dresses, took me to lunch and brought their dolls. We had cake and pie for dessert including one candle on my coconut cream pie. Hannah's enthusiastic rendition of Happy Birthday, Babci, informed the other diners that this was, indeed, a special day. Our waitress also had a babci, and joined in the singing. Here are two quick snapshots from Jenn's cell phone ...




The girls hand painted and then framed two original works of art for my gifts. Later, their daddy gifted me with one of his signature miniatures, a sweet pear to hang in my kitchen. One birthday netted three framed masterpieces!

The west-coast clan sent me e-cards: a gassy monkey from Ben; two friendly rabbits from Olivia, and a glad-we're-family card from baby Iris. They had asked Iris what she wanted to say to Babci on her card, and she said "thank you."

Thank you, kiddies, for making it a grand day. Sophie is sleeping in my bed as I write this - what better way to end Babci's birthday celebration than with a sleepover?