While on my book tour, IÂ celebrated another birthday and was lucky enoughÂ toÂ spendÂ it with family and friends. Following Friday nightâ€™s signing, weÂ had aÂ small family partyÂ at my dadâ€™s house, and since it was nearing the eleventh hour, we were all in rare formâ€“well, not rare for Blackadars, I guess.
Well, there was cake. There were presents. And there was this cardâ€“which my dad picked out himself. It was a lovely card with flowers and a veryÂ sweet sentiment, and up in the right hand corner, it had a very small dial-a-birthday window. The year was set onÂ â€87,â€ and even though my father is known to present us with birthday anachronisms, he actually did not notice the very small window. This, of course, madeÂ the jokeÂ even funnier.
Needless to say, many jokesÂ were toldÂ about my ageâ€¦and the laughter followed us to our next destination on Saturday night: my olderÂ brotherâ€™s house. My brother is good at many thingsâ€“but keeping secrets is not one of them.Â He asked me to go to the store with him, and while we wereÂ picking up some prosciutto from the deli, he leans overÂ and says, â€œWe were here earlierâ€¦to get your cake.â€Â He smilesÂ in a sly, sinister fashion. â€œIÂ think youâ€™ll like whatÂ they wrote on it.â€ It took willpowerÂ thatÂ heÂ didnâ€™t have to keep from telling me.Â AndÂ before we left the store,Â my brotherÂ wentÂ to find a Motherâ€™s Day card for his wifeâ€“you know one that played â€œWho Let the Dogâ€™s Outâ€ or some otherÂ â€appropriateâ€ tune.Â Well, weÂ found lots of nice ones: â€œWind Beneath my Wingsâ€Â and â€œYouâ€™re Still the One.â€Â He settled on â€œLadies Night,â€ and after several plays, laughter, and BlackadarÂ shuffles in the card aisle, we left the store.
That night, after a scrumptious meal, my brother carried the cake to me. His smile said it all, and I read the top: â€œHappy 87th Birthday!â€ I laughed again and looked around the room at both of ourÂ families together, and I knew thisÂ was one birthday that I would never forgetâ€¦
â€¦And someday, if Iâ€™m lucky enough, Iâ€™llÂ turn 87 (for real),Â and on that day,Â Iâ€™ll look up to heavenÂ and say, â€œThanks for a great birthday, Dad!â€
I love my family: They have given me enough memories to provide me with a lifetime of laughter. This post is from my blog. To view orginal post, follow the link: http://kimberlyblackadar.wordpress.com/