I FIRST HEARD that phrase in the title of a song from Jimmy Buffett and Martina McBride. It didn’t do much on the charts, but I always found myself looking for it every July.
I like the day to pass quietly and without fanfare. Most folks do, I suppose. I do look forward to phone calls every year from my grandparents though. This year did not fail me.
I was a step away from getting in the shower when the phone rang this morning at 7:30.
“Happy birthday, boy.”
“Thanks, Grandma, and good morning to you!”
“Tank’s still in the bed and I didn’t want to wake him up. He needs his rest, you know.”
“Oh, yes, ma’am. I know.”
Then there was the call from my parents. Mama and Daddy did not start by singing “Happy Birthday.” Instead, they began with a verse of “You are my sunshine,” and then started into the traditional song. I love that.
Here’s to another trip around the sun.