Happy Birthday Cookies, Cake, Chocolate and Cards

This week was a milestone birthday for someone in our house. And he doesn't care if the day is remembered or celebrated claiming it is a cultural thing. In spite of that, he gets remembered whether he likes it or not. First was a cake and candle at the restaurant with a dear friend. He absolutely HATES anything public like that. Then came a gift of chocolate. He received two traditional cards in the snail mail from very dear people in Milwaukee that he used to work with, and two e cards from one grandson and our friends and neighbors from the Midwest. Of course, the kids called too. On my Facebook page he got all the hugs and kisses from all our connected friends and relatives. We celebrated with leftovers, a glass of wine and a toast for another happy and healthy year. And last but not least was the doorbell that rang and our grandson, who lives just down the street, arrived with a plate of chocolate chip cookies. He's been doing that just about since the time we moved here - from the age of two to ten - first with mom and dad, and now on his own. We asked him what he will do next year, because for the first time his family will be moving out of town three hours away. He thought about it for a second and then left. Of course, I wished my husband happy birthday about every fifteen minutes and am still wishing it two days later. We like to think every day is a birthday celebration, but it's still nice to be remembered - even if it is a cultural thing.