Happy Birthday!

One of the many, many things I appreciate about my mother is this: She was born in May. After writing three birthday posts in six weeks a few months ago for the other 3/5ths of the family, I'm feeling especially happy that my mummy's birthday is on the other side of the year.

The sunny, warm, pleasant side.

It doesn't count as a birthday pic if
the person in question doesn't call me
up and threaten me with something.
This should do it.

It's kind of funny when I think about it: Grandma (mum's mum) had three children, all of whom have birthdays within a couple weeks of her own June birthday (two in May and one in June). My mum, on the other hand, sent two of her three to the opposite end of the year. Mind you, I'm not sure that either of them planned ahead. And as a further contrast, my dad's mum has eight children, with birthdays scattered all year long.

Anyway! I'm sure my mum will celebrate with wild partying and disorderliness, possibly leaving her plate on the table at Grandma's for someone else to pick up or even-- the horror-- staying up past 10 PM.

I kid! She already stays up past 10. No, I actually have no idea what my mum does to celebrate her birthdays, except that Grandma is sure to make some really yummy cake that I'll be über-sad to miss out on. And those are the breaks when you live three states away from your family. Perhaps I'll purchase a celebratory cupcake to make up for it.

Happy birthday, Mum! And many more, of course.