The dear, sweet daddy at our house had a lot of work to do on his birthday. January was a brutal and stressful month at work. In the midst of that, he was ill with bronchitis. Sadly, he was not able to take off any time from work, and had to muscle through. Which he accomplished like a champ.
We did take time out to have a little lunch
at his favorite wings restaurant.
This is what we did the evening of his birthday--MARKETING at a health fair night at a local school.
*His assistant whips up cool balloon animals while he gives short massages to their parents.*
Cool operation.
No matter how busy we are, nor how late it is,
it is not officially your birthday at our house
until you've had the Birthday Song sung to you
and you've blown out your candles!
The following weekend, we did manage to get our hard-working daddy out for a lovely dinner.
He discovered a little restaurant at a country club that he wanted to try.
Quiet, secluded, affordable and mainly patronized by the local retired residents.
We found a new favortite.
By the time my birthday rolled around, Joe's bronchitis had worsened, and the kids were dropping like flies as well with fevers and coughs. It was hard to think of celebrating in the middle of that.
But, a loving neighbor popped in with a gift card, so we went out for lunch anyway,
requesting a secluded table in a corner. Sorry folks. We like birthdays around here.
Then we stopped by a local cake shop and had everyone pick out a cupcake.
Yum.
I feel my favorite birthday gift came in the form of a tender mercy: I did not get sick!
Joe later ended up at the emergency clinic with the flu and pneumonia, just thankful that it was the weekend and he was off work!
Jacob had bronchitis and ear infection
and the others were right behind him in their ailments, and it seemed to drag on and on.
Wow.
Yes, I think the Lord loves me!
(FYI-We eventually learned that most of their sickness was originally ALLERGY INDUCED
and that allergies are atrocious here in this area at that time of the year.
Now we know.)
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