“Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday…” How sad am I to be singing my own birthday song? Ah well, I can’t complain. I’ve had a wonderful day, all thanks to my four little angels and my one big hubby!
My day started with my beloved telling me to stay in bed. He was going to work from home and organise the children for school. Yyyesss!!
“Ah you don’t have to do that,” I said (with no real conviction); followed closely by “well okay then, if you insist” (just in case he’d dare to agree with me!).
Now those of you who belong to the ‘Frazzled in the morning because the kids are driving me mad’ club, will understand what a wonderful, blissful present this is. After an indulgent nap, my breakfast was delivered and my morning writing was conducted from the snuggliness (is that a word?) of my bed. Bliss!
Now I won’t bore you with a blow by blow account of my day but I need to tell you about the most wonderful present my 12 year old daughter gave me. Some months ago her teacher asked if she could see some of my children’s poetry. I gave her a number of the poems and she asked if she could read them to the class. Well I didn’t think any more about it but this evening, my daughter handed me a folder and in it was a collection of reviews of my poems. Each girl in the class had reviewed her favourite poem and even drew pictures of how they perceived the characters. Imagine; twenty-eight full page reviews from my target audience. I have to admit shedding a few tears.
So it’s been a lovely day and I’m really enjoying being 35. What?? Stop laughing! I’m looking forward to putting faces to some of my favourite tweeters when we meet up on Friday and excited about Inkwell’s Women’s Fiction workshop on Saturday. Life is good!