Singing Happy Birthday today to my very beautiful mother, our Sugar Cookie-- the name Justin gave her as soon as he could speak. She's the spirit of a giant incongruously contained in a petite package of heart, soul, beauty, brains, backbone, zeal, and spunk. She sings in my head and my heart and in all my dreams of childhood, and I love her to the moon and back.
And now, for your birthday, my dear Mother, I give you what I know you'll like best of anything else I might give you: the wonderful, sparkly words my oncologist said after my semi-annual checkup this morning:
"Three years this month, and everything looks great. I really do not think you are ever going to have a recurrence."
So blow out those candles, babe, and let's have some cake! Birthdays Are Good!