yes we're going to a party party

happy birthday, little blog! it's too bad this mama is sore of throat and head or she'd write something to swirl for you.



a thousand, a hundred more, cups of coffee later (the occasional sugared tea, the paunchy, steaming cocoa), sipped while writing to the zing of too many cars on the should-not-be-so-busy street, to the bark of the neighbor's dog (the dog who rounds the corner and pees on my mother's flowers each morning as his owner pockets her hands and yawns at the day, that dog), with the early morning lazy clicking of keyboard, with the late night urgent zapping of keyboard, with child in lap, child at feet, with sun shining on (variety color) hair, shining in squinting eyes, with silver rain on glass, grass, falling slowly, storming black; all this and here i am with much to say and nothing with which to say it. maybe we need some sort of cake to celebrate? frosted cake with a candle and an ice-cream option.

i'm glad it's your birthday, happy birthday to you.