Monday’s child is fair of face … And so is my niece Sari, of course.
If you’re a stickler for detail, Sari was born as a Wednesday’s child, full of woe, but that was many years ago – decades even – and so she is fair of face this year. With her quick smile and endless patience with little kids, or at least my little one, I feel lucky that she is in my life. It’s hard to believe that the cute-as-a-button, curly-haired moppet that used to sing, “Swingin’” with her big sister in Grandma Joyce’s kitchen at “the farm” has grown into a beautiful woman who doesn’t, as far as I know, sing with Melissa at all. She probably sings with the kids fortunate enough to be in the classes she teaches, though. If I’m a very organized woman, and there is quite a bit of evidence that I’m not, I will get Reid on the phone to sing “Happy Birthday” tonight. Just in case I don’t, pause a moment while I sing right now … There that’s good. Thanks for waiting.
Happy birthday, Sari!