It's Ann's birthday, too. She's not a baby, but she's my baby, my youngest. Born on her grandpa Brimley's birthday. She did see him a few months after her birth, but, of course, she wouldn't remember that.
My mother died a month or so before Ann was born. I always said she saw my mother before she came down, and at that meeting my mother told Ann, "You go down and be a peace maker in that family." Not that we were at war. But any family has its times of conflict and needs peace. I also always thought that Ann did bring a spirit of peace and love to us.
No longer a baby, no longer a child, four children of her own, doing very well at that hard, hard job of being a mother. And it is hard--unless you have a nanny, I guess.
I hope she has a good day, a happy day. And, as much as she loves those kids, a few minutes away from them today would be a good thing for everyone. But I'm not in charge.
Happy, happy birthday Ann.
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