This year my birthday fell on Tuesday, but I celebrated with my family on Memorial Day as I often do, as I was a Memorial Day baby. Forty-something years ago my Dad took my sisters to the Memorial Day Parade, while my aunt Irene took my mother to the hospital to have me. I was induced. (And I may still be a little scarred by the parade story.)
I celebrated Tuesday with Amy, Wednesday with Erika, Thursday by myself. And again yesterday by myself. I think I'm set now. And ever so grateful.
Even though my father was nowhere near the hospital when I was born. Ha! (I really am over it.)