“What do you want for your birthday?” All of her answers were something functional for the house. She mentioned only one thing for herself – a purse. I don’t pick out purses. I learned that lesson picking out jeans 20 plus years ago.
Over Patty’s 33 birthdays I have celebrated with her, no you will not get me to divulge her age, she always prefers something that benefits more than just her. I could tell stories of how hard it is to get her to buy things for herself. She would prefer to give than receive.
Patty remarked while we were going through our morning routine, “Everyone should get their birthday off from work.” I told her I agreed. Not everyone feels this way. Most important employers. She went to work.
In her heart I know she has what she wants for her birthday. Just look at that photo again. Just one week later and Max would have been born on her birthday. Not a bad present for a Grammy. No, knowing her girls, their husbands, and her grands are close is present enough. Keeping with her way of being in the world, she will give to them before she thinks about receiving.
Here’s to my best friend. Happy Birthday Patty.
What a day. Jason called about 4:00 p.m. and said, “Well it looks like it is time.” After enduring increasingly intense contractions, Tommie made her doctor’s appointment about 3:30 p.m. They wheeled her over to the Labor & Delivery floor at Children’s.
Patty had just begun a long procedure at work and would not be able to leave early. We left the house about 5:30 p.m. just sure we would miss Max’s arrival. We called Tommie. Patty did not want to think about missing Tommie’s first. In this instance it was daughter consoling mother. “He is not here yet Mom.” Read More