This is the birthday card I made for Jen, this past summer was all about the water and her years growing up at a resort on the lake. Those years were revisited for her this summer when she and her husband purchased a pontoon boat.
Thirty-five years ago, Far Guy got his wish for two little girls when our second and last daughter was born. She was an early birthday gift for me ..along with a Electric Avocado Green Can Opener. That can opener is upstairs in a box with a note on it that says..this must be Jen’s as I got it when she was born.
We began celebrating her birthday last night at 12:01. Throughout the summer I have been collecting gifts for her at garage sales and Antique Shops..thirty- five of them..one for every year. Next door neighbor Jo has been helping me find “stuff”. The first gift I gave her was a brass bell with a Carousel Horse on it..she gets a gift every time she rings the bell. What kinds of things did I wrap up? An apron just like her Grandmother H used to wear, a hankie that I got one year tucked into my birthday card when I was much younger, potholders ( she really needed them), candy necklaces that she used to enjoy as a child, a paper weight from the Val Chatel sale and a little yellow wooden bunny from Finland… are just a few of the treasures I found to irritate her with. Some of the gifts are met with tears ( the apron) some are met with smiles ( the candy necklace) some are just practical..like some new dish towels. It is an adventure of gifts..on one of those mile stone birthdays..smack dab in the middle..not a young thirty and not an old forty.
I was tempted to have Far Guy get the ladder out and find the box with the can opener in it..maybe next year..it is well on it’s way to being an Antique.
Trica is here with a mountain of photos. She is sitting across from me.
The scrapbook retreat is going well. I am making headway. The last of the gals to arrive was my oldest daughter, Trica..she is my roommate. She serenaded me all night long, early this morning I woke up because she was not snoring. Kinda like when she was little and slept in a bassinet and I would listen to her breathe all night long..I knew every little sigh she made and when she became restless and was about to wake up..well times have not changed very much. I am sure she gets her snoring from her father:)