Then home and a steak dinner and cupcake from J-Cafe for dessert with the Wagmans. And then a phone call from Nonna to wish me a happy birthday and to tell me her mother, my grandmother died that morning. She was old and sick and had been under hospice care for almost 3 months. But still. My grandmother died on my 31st birthday.
Daddy had prepped you in the bath the night before my birthday to wish me a happy birthday the next morning. I had little faith you would remember through the night. When I woke you up at 6:30am, right away you stretched your arms and little body into a long arch and exclaimed: "It's your birthday momma. Happy Birthday!"
Why would I have doubted you? I shouldn't be surprised anymore. When walking down the stairs, you asked me how old I was. When I thought about it, I said: "I'm 3 like you and 1 like Lucy!" I don't think my age will ever match you and Lu again.
Each moment, everyday is like a birthday candle...
I love you girls.