favorite things

Today I celebrate my father's birthday (though on Sunday his surprise adventure kicks in).  I call my father Forever Young because he is—still out there sharing his business expertise, still hopping on planes to visit places as distant as Peru and (soon) Israel, still driving around rural Kentucky with his church friends, still wielding his (shall we say) particular sense of humor.

I celebrate Little Miss Eva and her beautiful family—Cristina, Jeremy, Sophie—who have received the sort of good news (a big promotion) that also results in sad goodbyes.  How I will miss watching those two little girls grow up and dancing around the floor with their mother. 

Finally, I celebrate The Year of Living Dangerously, a fabulous blog, and its artful puppeteer, Michael G-G, who is today celebrating his own favorite things—and graciously included my blog among them.  Michael would never know (indeed, who could?) that I've been feeling very blue.  His gesture of warmth in winter is so appreciated.