Happy Birthday to me!
I wasn’t sure how I would react to having my first birthday in Portugal. Being away from everyone I love and everyone who may know it’s my birthday. But after a morning like this one, how could I have ever thought it might be hard?! My precious children, who had worked for days on homemade gifts, woke me to shouts of “Happy Birthday” gave me a party hat and presented me with all their gifts. After that, my husband gave me money and sent me on a day long shopping trip all by myself. You may be thinking, “What fun is that?” But if you know me then you know I love to have a little ‘alone’ time, and it came at the perfect time. I even received calls from several Portuguese people wishing me a Happy Birthday, got a few cards in the mail from the States and had a few E-cards sent online. Then at church for the mid week prayer meeting the church folks had a little party for me after church. It was a good first birthday in Portugal!
Some people think Brooklyn is Portuguese. Wonder why? She blends in with the other girls her age very well.
This is our pitiful kitten I rescued from the mud puddle. She is doing well, but will always have few lingering problems. Tigra is a nice addition to our family. Justice is pretty rough with her, but she’s a trooper. He lays down in the floor and wrestles with her. He really needs a dog, but I’m trying to make the cat work. Michael says there’s nothing like a boy and his dog. I say, “He’s got Tigra…she works just fine!” He says, “It’s NOT ‘Old Yeller the Cat!”
This is what I feel like. I’m on a deserted island with no home delivery. I wish someone would show up at my door with a pizza! I’m getting pretty good at making homemade ones, but I long for the simplicity of calling Dominoes.