Birthday on the bayou
I woke this morning at 5am Eastern and sat on the screened porch atop the tree boughs in Hotlanta- such a lovely place my friends own there. I had my tea, my New York Times, and Tin was sound asleep in the portacrib inside. The birds were singing and I felt so good to be in great hands to start my birthday.
Then Rosa, the cook, knocked on the door at 9 am and brought in scrambled eggs, grits, toast, fresh fruit and a big pot of coffee and told me Bin Laden was killed. Happy Birthday!
Tin got up and ate my entire breakfast shocking Rosa who couldn’t believe someone so tiny could ingest so much food.
Then we flew home and arrived to the continuation of my birthday but now home on the bayou where friends are going to gather with me (Tatjana is in Croatia seeing her family) in the evening – I walked in the house to these beautiful flowers, cup cakes from the Cake Bakery, champagne chilling in the ice bucket, a Happy Birthday balloon and a big sack of crawfish.
Pinch me because sometimes I can’t believe this is my awesome life.