I’m
not much of a party girl, and I’ve had few birthday parties in my life. The
first one I remember is my 15th birthday, when I invited several
friends to a hot dog roast at our cabin just a mile or two from our house in
DeTour. (That’s me second from the left.) I’m not sure why I chose to have it
there since the cabin was still under construction and had no heat, and January
can be quite cold in the Upper Peninsula. I also don’t know why April McGuire
was wearing curlers, but at least it shows that she was comfortable around us.
And I do remember having a good time.
Fast-forward
57 years. I share a birthday with Martin Luther King, Jr., and yesterday was both
of our real birthdays (not the one set for MLK by the government). But while
everybody is celebrating his birthday today, I celebrated mine yesterday with a
surprise party.
When
I woke up in the morning, I found a card from Roland with a note that we had
luncheon reservations at noon. That was strange, because he usually takes me to
dinner at Café Borgia, which doesn’t take reservations. As we drove, he said
that one of the nice things about his election season job is that he discovers
new places to eat. But then he pulled into the parking lot at Teibels Restaurant,
which is a familiar place even though we hadn’t been there for a while.
We
walked inside and I saw a friend from church and her husband and thought, “Oh,
they came here for lunch, too.” Then I noticed some other friends around the table
at about the same time one of them said, “surprise.” Roland had invited my
three best friends from church and their husbands, and it really was a
surprise.
Unfortunately,
we had already left before I realized that I should have had the waitress take
a group photo on my cell phone. That’s why I’m using one from my 15th
birthday.
I
had a lovely time, and I have a lovely husband, too.
And
he’s the best present of all.
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