Today is Marmee's birthday, a happy one by all indications. Amy gave Mum an itsy-bitsy tea set, so little, the teapot spout won't even pour. It's blue and white, like Mummy's Connoisseur bone china.
My brother, Joel, called from Iraq at eight this morning. Later, after running errands, there was notification on the back gate that Flowerland had left a delivery at the neighbor's. The tag on the bouquet read "Happy Birthday, Mom from around the world!" Wasn't that a thoughtful tribute from a son?
Tonight is the last night of Hanukkah; I gave my Ema the menorah I bought last summer at the D.C. Holocaust Museum gift shop. Perhaps next year I can find candles for it.