It was birthday week at our oldest daughters house.
Maddie is seventeen. I was there in the Intensive Care Unit when she entered this world and it seems like just yesterday or the day before.
She was born the day before her Mother’s Birthday.
Trica and Maddie
Maddie was having a party. A whole bunch of her friends were coming over to help her celebrate. I heard that some of her friends had already filled her bedroom with balloons.
I am not sure how Trica will spend her 43rd birthday…most likely recuperating from a houseful of teenagers.
We went for ice cream because someone said “I can sit in a car for an hour or two just as good as I can sit at home.” When my husband makes a date with someone he likes to keep it no matter what. He promised to be really good for the rest of the weekend. I already vetoed the Train Show that he had a thought or two about attending. He will be staying home and resting and drinking fluids (water). He has started calling me “The Gestapo.”