I think birthdays get better the older you get. Mine this year was perfect. People phoned, posted messages on Facebook and via e-mail, sent e-cards, and chatted via text. How rich I am with family and friends!

Son John $ cooked breakfast for us. We had English muffins topped with dilled scrambled eggs and cheese, bacon, and for two of us, livermush. For lunch, John treated us to Italian food at Frankie’s, a restaurant that we have intended to try since we moved here. It exceeded expectations.

Our neighbors are perfect, too. Where else could John have made two phone calls and conjured up an instant party? He bought a double chocolate cake, made coffee, set the table, positioned the balloon, and mixed in congenial neighbors who are dear friends.

Five-year-old Logan was doing very well sitting at the table with adults. This boundless bundle of energy controlled himself admirably. John set up the gift Shawn and Bob brought him, a “Train in a Box”. Logan loved it, even going outside to bring in horses from the train set on the porch.

I gathered three original Pollock mobiles and put them at his place to stave off boredom. What fun he had! The toy camera tried to catch the spirit and the action, but failed. 

Logan quickly learned to blow on the mobiles to bring them to life.

I’m so glad I didn’t feel older just because the calendar says I am.