Happy Birthday 2 Year Old

Yes, I know I missed a couple of days, gave us all a rest. I was thinking about a lot of things this last couple of days, times we all had together, things I thought you might be interested to hear, and what would share with you the wonder that was born in me through the people in my life. 

How little things stick in your memory for years, that you draw strength from when recalled. In some areas I have memory that scares some people.  For instance, I can remember my second birthday, what I was wearing, where we went, who was there, etc. When I brought this up with my Mother, to verify if my memories were correct, she was a bit flabberghasted, but as I recalled more things, verified that it was exactly as I remembered, but she didn't know how I could remember that far back.  I was in my 20's when we were discussing this. 

Little things are very important to small children, I don't think I was unusual in this.  I adored the peddle-pusher sailor suit I had on for my second birthday, with the little sailor collar and tie knotted in front at the neckline.  White with tiny double-piping in navy and my little double-buckle white leather sandals. And my cake that Peanut Williams baked for me, and took to Conchas Lake where we celebrated, was just the most gorgeous thing.  White icing, with yellow roses and yellow writing saying, ''Happy Birthday 2 Years Old'', because I had my Mom read it to me. 

I was so proud of it, the time she took to make it, just for me. When Dad and Uncle Bill got in the boat to go fishing, I wanted to go too, but I had to take my cake with me.  I still vividly remember sitting in the middle of the boat, with my cake on my lap and it starting to sprinkle, so Uncle Bill put up the umbrella in the middle of the boat to protect my cake and we headed back to shore.  We then cut my cake, after my Mom had to talk me into it, and Peanuts had put a silver dollar inside my cake for me, making sure to cut and give me that special piece. 

It takes so little to make others happy and know they are loved. I still remember the look Peanuts had on her face when she saw how much I loved my cake and wanted to just keep it and take it everywhere with me, not even eat it! Dad and Uncle Bill even thought that was pretty funny and 'begged' for a piece of cake before I would let anyone cut it, so of course, I couldn't deny them then!