My mom picks out cards for me she thinks are funny, then gives them to me UNSIGNED so I can pass them on to someone else. I love it. Cracks. Me. Up. The one she gave me last year said,
(on the front)
"Another birthday? Hey, look on the bright side....
Okay, there is no bright side.
There is, however, a bright light, but you're gonna want to stay away from that."
This morning I received an early birthday card in the mail, signed by SEVERAL lovely people, but the treat to this card was the sonnet, written just for me, by my favorite Kayla (a fun, smart, quirky teenager I'm privileged to know). It went something like this:
"Ode to Birthdays"
Birthdays extend across the calendar
They are like helium balloons
The flames of life burning bright!
The sandbags drop, much like gravity in old age
You are ageless and wonderful
You sail high with age, but do not deflate!
Your sarcastic hot air keeps you young!
Let your spirit rise with age
And stay young with your humor
And when the height of your age can no longer be measured
Let yourself float and sail with the wind
And be joyful.
Because you're pretty fabulous.
Yeah. This has all the makings of an outstanding day. I'm going to put on some sparkly shoes and go out and enjoy it. Happy early Birthday to me.