Today, the delightful woman who made me a mother turned 21. She and her new husband, Ronald, came over after church for a birthday celebration meal. (Each child has always gotten to choose the meals on his or her birthday, and even when you're married and moved out, that's still the deal. This year's choice? Home-rolled sushi followed by spaghetti with homemade meatballs. Hey, I don't plan the things...I just cook 'em!)
When my sweetie little-girl-all-grown-up came in, she handed me these beautiful flowers.
"Happy birthday!" she said.
"It's not my birthday. It's your birthday!" I replied.
"Yes, but you did all the work!"
Amen to that--and your sweet self was worth every minute of the pain!
Happy birthday, dear EV. I blinked, and your childhood was over. Happy first-time birthday where my home is no longer yours. I'm so very proud of the woman you have become!
*Entry 5, May - The 12 Months of 2015 Blog Challenge
The title is from the "most recognizable song in the English language." And here is a super fun article containing five fun facts about the Happy Birthday song.