Happy Bday to Me: wild nerves but generally unshockable

My kids, with Miss Kim’s help, put together a sweet folding book of family pictures, then Pat surprised me with a bag of dark-chocolate-covered-expresso beans from Trader Joe’s when I went into the exam room to see my HIV positive patients.  I’m sure that was the best thing that ever happened in that sad room.  There was a note saying “you need Holy Spirit to meet to be a strength in weakness. .  . but a few espresso beans can help.”  It was my turn to be prayed for at our weekly prayer meeting too, and Scotticus burned me a CD of a new artist (we over 40s need help to not get too stodgy, though Luke’s card assured me I was “sparky” and Jack’s was also very encouraging). We had a quiet family dinner and enjoyed a cake Scott made.  He and Julia both wrote me poems!  I’ll share Julia’s below, since Scott’s is at least PG-13.

My mother is amazing
With four kids daily raising

She helps a starving child
Comes home with nerves wild

The cook of the best food,
In a much cheerier mood.

Bad cases does she doctor
But Maate has yet to shock her

She’s a beautiful crazy mother,
And I’d like no other.