It's my birthday! My golden birthday!
(And now I want to break out in song from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Can you guess which one?)
It's been a great birthday weekend. I did a quick camping trip with a couple friends (which I plan on blogging about more later). I got some work in. I had a great meal out and some great gifts.
I also have a planned trip to Idaho to lay by the water at a friend's lakehouse. And maybe a few more gifts in my future.
One thing my mom gave me last week was a box with notes, letters and cards from when I was born. It was a treasure trove and I thought I'd share a little of what I found.
There were cards (that accompanied flowers at the time) from my dad. He had to leave the same day I was born to go work at basketball camp. It's no wonder that basketball is in my blood.
There was a prayer from my grandmother, my mom's mom. I ended up being born 3 weeks late and everyone was very worried in the days (and weeks) leading up to my birth.
My great grandmother, again on my mother's side, also wrote me a letter. Even though she died a number of years ago, I could practically hear her speaking.
My Aunt Laurie also wrote me a letter. It was just like her, funny, sarcastic and totally real.
And there were more cards than I could count, from friends, family member, and some from names I didn't even recognize.
It was cool to step back in time, 25 years, to when I was born.