Yesterday was my middle son's birthday; today is my first granddaughter's birthday. This year, she enters double digits. I would very much like to be with her today but, alas, she is about 800 miles away. Most of the time I can deal with being far away from my oldest son and his family, but the birthdays are hard. I suppose it's because I like to make a big deal of them, and while I did send a box of gifts from me and her uncles, it isn't the same as being there. Of course, the won't be moving down here, at least not anytime soon, so the alternative is that I return to the frozen north -- not happening!
I will talk with her later this evening and see her at Christmas. I'm sure I mentioned before that I used to have a moratorium on travel between Thanksgiving and Easter. She and her sister are the reason that's no longer the case. I keep telling them to come here for Christmas, but they like the cold weather. And honestly, even after so many years in Florida, I have a hard time taking Santa seriously when he's standing among the palm trees. Even though I hate the cold, all of my Christmases until I was thirty-eight were in cold weather, some with snow. I won't go out in the snow when I'm up there but it is pretty (for a day, after which it turns into a mess).
But back to the birthday . . . she's going out to dinner with her sister and parents tonight and having a party next weekend. I won't be with her, but I'm glad she's having fun.
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