Even as we age and get older, I think we tend to look forward to our birthdays - wether we admit it or not. We hope that we will be fondly remembered by family and friends alike.
This year has been especially difficult because it also signified the first anniversary of Wayne's death. He was the positive in my life and I miss all the goofy surprises he would bestow on me.
Last Friday the dining room staff pinned a corsage on me, a few residents wished me a happy day, but my mailbox remained empty all day. On Saturday, a quilting friend stopped for an afternoon of laughter and cheer. She had stopped at my house and rummaged through boxes to find projects I can work on and maybe even complete.
When my girl friend left, I asked if she would drop off my crocheted hats at a local quilt shop? They will head to Project Linus and warm the heads and hearts of 102 babies and 57 children. Happy birthday to me!!!!!!
I may not be fondly remembered by family, but I have started my own traditions of caring and sharing my crocheting and quilting - to wrap others in love, one child at a time.