My birthday club met for lunch the other afternoon. It was a very warm day, so we enjoyed being on the patio in the cool of large old shade trees.
Our group of four is not a club in the usual sense. It's just that the four of us used to work together years ago and so our roots go down a long way. We would get together for our birthdays and Christmas we coined the phrase "The Birthday Club".
We're all so different in our personalities and talents, but that's the joy of our being together. Each brings her special blend of beauty and grace and great humour to the mix. We all share a love of good food, family, cats and pets, beautiful things, gardens, did I mention eating........to name just a few things.
We loved giving each other lavish gifts for birthdays and Christmas, and then one year we thought it was getting too much to do (with life seeming more hectic), so we thought we'd just meet for lunch and not do gifts.
Well, that turned out to be an impossibility. We tried, sort of, but after all, how can you celebrate a birthday without prezzies wrapped in crinkly tissue? Everyone still arrived with bags of goodies (smaller bags, true), so now we just laugh about not doing gifts as we hand round our little treasures to each other.
And I guess that's the fun of it all... we've known each other long enough to love without censure, laugh without fear, and eat without embarrassment if we choose dessert on top of that huge lunch.
So here's to my Birthday Club... Sharon, Heather, Susan...
and to the good ole days in 502!