birthday
Monday, February 6th, 2006Today is the birthday of one of my favorite people in the world.
She is one of the most charming and likeable people I know, (I remember, for example, a Thanksgiving dinner where she, at a shy 13, won the heart of a not-easily-impressed College friend of mine when they spent half the meal hanging spoons from their noses).
There is no one with whom I would rather get lost driving; no one who makes me laugh as easily and as much as her; no one who makes the simple things of life — stories about home decorating, long lines at customs, playing board games, sitting on a porch at night — more enjoyable.
She has brought into the world, three of my other favorite people in the world and is a wonderful, strong and loving mother. Her children are, like her, beautiful, funny, talented and good-hearted. I love them dearly and am glad for them that they have a mother like her. I am glad for myself that she is in my life. While I wasn’t so sure about the idea when she was first born, now I don’t know what I would do without her.