Daughter Lise owns Birthday Month. Everyone who knows her has heard that she celebrates her birthday for a whole month. It was a family tradition, of sorts, because her grandfather’s patients brought him gifts for days before and after his birthday. She was the one who put a name to it, and it worked well, since her special day is near the middle of the month.
Sister Barbara and Thom stayed with us for a few days, then we drove to South Carolina to meet sister Chris and Steve. They had a surprise birthday celebration for John, since we won’t be together in September. That set a dangerous precedent. John now claims Birthday Season! The three posed for a sibling photo.
Barbara took what I think of as the official party photo of the birthday boy.
The lighting wasn’t the best, but this one showed all of us.
When we got home, John agreed to pose with the pair of balloons that show his age, come September. He doesn’t agree with the number, though. At age 70 he started counting backwards, so he says he is approaching 11. He told grandsons David and Nathaniel that when he reaches age 2, he expects them to push him around in a wheelchair like he pushed them in strollers. I have yet to hear them agree to that.
Lise, you can still have your Birthday Month, but Dad beat you to Birthday Season.