Yesterday was my birthday and I had a great time. Had a fantastic dinner of catfish and shrimp with my Momma, all of my brothers, my sister-in-law, my Auntie Lou, two of her children, and one of their girlfriends. And I made out like a bandit with the loot: a beautiful rug, two very comfortable polo shirts, a copy of the 9/11 Report, a delicious chocolate and raspberry cake, several small portraits of Andrew Jackson, and much love.
Afterwards, I spent a few hours at the home of some dear old friends and received the very precious gift from their baby girl of hearing her say my name, each variation more delightful than the last.
And to top it off, it rained. Very hard. I loved it.
All in all, a memorable day.