For my birthday, I received cards in the mail from my Dad and his wife and Brian’s grandparents. Brian took me to see a movie of my choice and made me dinner (spinach and cottage cheese stuffed chicken, mashed sweet potatoes, and asparagus). He gave me these cds, and then took me for cake and a coffee at our favorite coffee shop.
My mom and maternal grandparents neither called nor sent cards. Not the first time. And I’m the good daughter (only, really) and best grandchild. I could have called them, but this way, I can tease them for forgetting.
Happy Birthday to you!
¡Feliz Cumpleaños!