Sometimes, I am really surprised and that happened on Saturday while celebrating my mom’s birthday. She had just opened her last gift and during the interim, many of us were chatting quietly with the loved one sitting next to us. My youngest sissie jumped to her feet and glided from the room, only to return in a snap, and deposited a pink gift bag in my lap. She said, “For your birthday.”
My birthday is a month away. I asked, “Do you want me to open it now or save?”
I had an idea what the bag contained as two black handles stuck out of the tissue paper. So I joyfully stuck my hand inside and removed an envelope. The card was glittery and the number of my birthday--a milestone--was all over it. I grinned for I had named this birthday the last birthday ever. “From now on,” I’d decreed on other occasions, “I will only be celebrating Fun Days.”
Everyone had laughed.
My hand went in the depths again and I removed this…
You can imagine my joy. An Enid Collins tote with initials, named Brite Owl and copyrighted, And I didn’t have one trimmed in black.
My sisters knew they’d done good. I just love it. Thank you, sissies, family (and Andy-lolol).