In one week, I will officially turn thirty-six.

What do I want for my birthday?

Well, books are always nice, but really what I want is to be surrounded by those I love.  And as it so happens I will be.  Next Tuesday, I will be sitting in an outpatient facility with my Denny (aka Papa) waiting for the nurse to tell me that it is time to take Mama home. She is scheduled to have a stint replaced. It has to be replaced every three to four months. It is a small price to pay for her being cancer free.

There is some symmetry in spending the day in the hospital with her and waiting to take her home just like she did three decades ago.

So, maybe what I really want is for everything to go well, next Tuesday.

Still want to give me a gift..

That is sweet of you, but unnecessary.  Since you already have by reading my blog.  Corny, maybe, but still true…