Today I am 50.
Time sure flies when you're having this much fun.
If I've told you these stories before, forgive me, but they've been rattling around in my brain since the wee hours of the morning, and I guess they must be in there for a reason...
When my mom went into labor with me, my dad happened to be in San Francisco giving a speech. The urban legend/family story has it that he was addressing the audience at a podium and someone passed him a note that said "Mr. Rich, your wife has gone into labor" and Dad looked out at the crowd, and said "Excuse me, please. My wife is having a baby" and walked off the stage to a standing ovation. (I'd like to think that this was my first). Then he found the nearest telephone, called my mom and said "Don't do anything until I get there" and hung up.
The second part of the urban legend/family story is that he made it back to Lima in time for my arrival, and after traveling all day and night, patiently waiting in the waiting room (as dads were wont to do in those days) and then kissing me on my tiny little head, he got in his Pontiac and drive to a plant nursery and bough a little flowering tree that he took home and planted in the front yard of 25 Beaumont Place.
I don't know if any of that is true or not, but when I finish this here blog post, I'm going to Google Earth 25 Beaumont Place in Lima, Ohio to see if my tree is still there.
The title of my post is courtesy of my Aunt JoAnn. Every year (for as long as I can remember, anyway), my Aunt JoAnn calls and leaves a message on my answering machine that starts out with "It was the most beautiful day that Lima, Ohio had ever seen". And then she tells me the story of how she was with my mom at the hospital and how she held her hand and told her to be brave, but not to embarrass anybody by crying.
I love those stories.
I guess, come to think about it, I love almost all of the stories of my life thus far. Some have happier endings than others, true, and some have handsome princes and evil queens, but all in all I just don't have one darn thing to complain about. I have been spectacularly blessed with incredible things and interesting challenges and wonderful opportunities and hilarious perspectives, and I don't think I would change one single solitary moment of one single solitary day.
Oh, what a ride it's been. I can't wait to see what happens next!
So, my dear friends, I thank you from the bottom of my pitiful little heart for being such a huge part of this crazy life of mine and for making it so....lovely. I'll leave you with the card that was attached to a beautiful vase of flowers that arrived as I was heading to the library. They are from my dear dear friend, Lou, and I think it is the perfect example of why I walk around with a silly grin on my face....how did I get so lucky to have people like this in my life?