Almost a year ago we went on a road trip to California. On our way back home, we had to drop David off on campus for a job interview (we were cutting it a little close). While David did his thing, I took the kids to a park and then to McDonald's for an ice cream cone to pass the time. We had just sat down to eat our ice cream when I noticed an old man with a long white beard sitting in the back corner looking down. He had a small bag full of belongings on the bench next to him. The room was full of people talking, but the tables surrounding the man were vacant. I picked up both kids and we approached the man and I asked if we could buy him some food. He looked up at me and asked if I was sure. I said yes and we walked over to the food counter together. I told him to order whatever he wanted and again he asked if I was sure. I told him yes again and he ordered his food. After he returned to his table to eat his two cheeseburgers, I took the kids to the car knowing that we had several bags of groceries and food that we had not used on the trip. I told Caleb what we were doing and he helped me pack the bags full of food. I slipped a little bit of money into one of the bags and we went back into McDonald's and handed them to the man. He was very gracious, but chances are he doesn't remember me or my kids. But I remember him and so does my 4 year old boy.
Yesterday David reminded me that I have a birthday coming up. I did realize that, but what I had not yet realized is that it is my golden birthday. He laughed when I told him that now my birthday has to be extra special. This is never going to happen again in my lifetime! After Caleb made that comment today, I remembered reading about The Birthday Project a while back. I think it will do the trick.
My birthday also reminds me of my sister since our birthdays are a few days apart. You could say we are bff's. Here's a not-so-stellar quality, but recent picture of us at a wedding dinner. We live in different states and she just happens to be coming to AZ the weekend before our birthdays for a wedding. She and her husband are more than likely going to be living in California for a few years and we don't know where we will be living yet. Here's to hoping we live in the same state again one day, otherwise birthday weekend trips may become a tradition.
Happy February!