My very sweet, future daughter-in-law sent me a note. In it she wished me a Happy Birthday and said, 'I hoped you feel loved on your birthday - because you are!'
Isn't that a lovely sentiment to express? And boy, howdy, did/do I ever feel loved. Jon and Kristi gave me some wonderful books by Elisabeth Elliot. My favorite author!
Daniel gave me some warm Nordic socks for the upcoming winter months (and they came on time!).
The folks gave me some cash ( a girl can never be too old to enjoy cash for her birthday!).
My sweet hubby brought me this beautiful bouquet (the night before my birthday):
When the bouquets are beginning to show signs of drooping, I will dry the flowers and keep them for projects later on...specifically at Christmas time. In years past, I have wired dried roses into my Christmas garlands for a very Victorian look. Scroll down to the bottom of this post to see a picture.
The vases will be kept for future bouquets from the garden. I like to have a couple of vases on hand, but when I collect too many I can take them into my local florist for some free flowers!
So, Laura. Do I feel loved on my birthday? You betcha!
Thanks so much to my wonderful family for making 57 feel like a walk in the park. Or should I say 'flower garden'?