Birthdays: late and otherwise
Yesterday was Liev Schreiber’s 40th birthday. I nearly forgot, until I was on the phone with pfunk and she happened to mention it. I very quickly sent him a chipper little e-mail wishing him well. I think his 40th year had been a big one for him. He is with a supportive partner, his son was born this summer, and his career is finally at a place where he can call the shots. Live well.
My daughter’s godmother and one of my best friends has her birthday today. I left her a voice mail and hopefully when I get back out to the car and to my phone, she will have returned my call. We will be sewing both her and her husband in just a couple of weeks when they come to Florida for a brief vacation. Gigi remembers her godparents well, even though I think it has been since Christmas that she has seen them.
The next big birthday coming up is my own. Yikes. I think we will skip talking about that.
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