Yesterday was my birthday. Today is my oldest daughter’s. Next week is my daughter-in-law’s birthday. We enjoyed a lovely dinner at Ted’s Escondido by the Outlet Mall in OKC.
Those of you who know me well know that I collect music boxes. But, the music has to fit the box. I have a phone that plays I Just Called to Say I Love You. I have a teddy bear holding a globe that plays It’s a Small World. A beer stein plays How Dry I Am, my trolley car chimes out the dulcet tones of I Left My Heart in San Francisco. My clowns all play Here Come the Clowns.
What I didn’t have until Sunday was a music box dancer that played Music Box Dancer. I’ve been looking for one for years. I was probably too picky. I wanted a pink and white jewelry box with a pop up ballerina that played the right song. You guessed it. They all played something else.
But my wonderful children–especially the second one–found a beautiful jewelry box, perfect in pink, white, and gold, With some help from her brother-in-law, they changed out the musical mechanism for one that played the right tune. So, yes, Sunday at Ted’s I cried. I still get teary when I think about how very much I am loved.
I hope each and everyone of you has someone in their life that loves them as much as I am loved even though that much love is a huge responsibility.
Blessings to you and yours.
This week’s words are:
apotheosis: the highest point in the development of something, culmination, climax
apropos: with reference to, concerning, about
arcane; mysterious, secret, or perhaps only understandable by few
farinaceous: flour or cereal made with grains, nuts, or starchy roots
fecund: producing or able to produce an abundance of offspring, fertile. Our neighbor’s garden has particularly fecund soil.