Happy Birthday, Suze

When my sister moved to the big city, we all knew that we would have to do some adjusting.  No longer could I just drive over to her house if my internet wasn't working.  No longer could my mother have her come help out at work when she needed some assistance.  No longer could my father meet her when she was having car trouble and was in the midst of one of her many mini-crises.  We had some adjusting to do. And we all foolishly thought that we had mastered these issues pretty well.

And then we remembered: Beth is the one that does the birthday shopping.

With the midwesterner no longer in the region, my father and I had to buckle down and get the birthday presents ourselves.  That was such a challenge.  I had no idea what to do or where to even start.  Who knows my Mom better than my sister?  But my father and I persevered.  We made it through.  I would like to say that she had a terrific birthday, minus the fact that the midwesterner was not present.

I wanted to publish this blog yesterday (on your actual birthday), but the timing got the best of me.  I hope this weekend was fabulous.  I hope that you had the time of your life with your friends.  I hope that it was a birthday to remember.  I can't wait to see you in Oxford in just a few days.