69

For the past couple months I’ve been drafting my next post, and then deleting everything and starting over. Too much going on for me to capture, and not fun stuff. I’ll get to it. So while we’re waiting, let’s acknowledge the wonder of my birth 69 years ago, with a little ditty. Here’s context:

On a trip to Europe before COVID, Molly met a delightful Swiss guy who, on her birthday every year since, has emailed her a recording of himself singing her “Happy Birthday.” I’ve loved these renditions nearly as much as she has, so imagine my surprise this morning when a message came in, with him singing to ME. It’s so fabulous that I had no choice but to preserve it here. Thank you, Ray in Switzerland.