Today is my birthday. I’ve got about an hour and change left of it and damn it’s been a long day. Well a long weekend.
I’ve had good food, friendship and new ink. My mother called to talk to me about her garden and apparently her mango tree which shouldn’t bear fruit for a few years coughed up a really nice harvest and today, ripened a perfect sweet mango. A Rapoza mango. It’s very popular in Hawai’i. One of my favourite mangoes.
She told me she and Dad 2.0 would share it between them, like a birthday cake. I was all…. awwwwwww.
This is the 1000th post of my blog. So funny how things work out. Heh. A good number. A lucky number.
So… a good omen. And well, a chance to say thank you to everyone who’ve let me into their lives with my books. And well, stayed with me through the craziness of writing them.
And we’re having a cranberry walnut tart for dessert. Life is good.
And now a picture of my FIRST cake day… with the two men who shaped who I am during a time when I really needed shaping. My grandfathers. Miss you both. So much love. And kisses.