A Golden Day

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.