twelveTuesday, September 18, 2007
Today my sweet Charlie turned twelve. Twelve. I walked around all day saying, "twelve". Twelve. Wasn't that magical day,when he was born, just yesterday? How could that be? The "birthday fairy" (a.k.a. my mother in law or myself) usually comes and ties the number of years in balloons on something in their bedroom. It is the first thing they see when they wake up. Always a great way to start your special day. Well last night, guess who didn't go to the store to get the balloons? Yep, that damn birthday fairy decided a twelve year old may not notice there were no balloons to wake up to. That damn birthday fairy. She was wrong.
We had a special celebration, with the two requests for dinner. Chicken scallopini and a homemade chocolate cake. And balloons of course, just eleven though. That damn birthday fairy (a.k.a. me) popped one getting out of the car. I don't think he even noticed.
Thank you so much for the fabulous comments on my silver belle.....honestly, it is like your comments are all stitched into my sweater. I will remember them all when I wear it! Thank you!