{"id":131,"date":"2007-05-09T19:31:00","date_gmt":"2007-05-10T02:31:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/crafting-a-life.com\/MamaOKnits\/2007\/05\/09\/my-happy-birthday\/"},"modified":"2007-05-09T19:31:00","modified_gmt":"2007-05-10T02:31:00","slug":"my-happy-birthday","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/crafting-a-life.com\/mamaoknits\/my-happy-birthday\/","title":{"rendered":"My Happy Birthday"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The short version: My husband surprised me with a long weekend in NY to see my friends.<\/p>\n<p>The long version:<\/p>\n<p>Last Thursday, May 3, 2007, we were having a very nice dinner on our back patio&#8211;it was warm, we&#8217;d all been swiming, Andrew played a CD he made me of birthday music he thought I&#8217;d like and he&#8217;d just swept me away to dance. When the song was over we started cleaning up and I hear, &#8220;Hellooooooo!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>My Mom&#8217;s head appeared over the fence and the boys went nuts. We had her walk around to the back gate where she was overwhelmed by kid-love from my sons.<\/p>\n<p>I looked at Andrew and half-whispered, &#8220;So&#8230;weird&#8230;I mean it&#8217;s nice and all but why is she here?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;We have to go to dinner,&#8221; and that little twitching smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;But we&#8217;re going to dinner <span style=\"font-style:italic;\">tomorrow<\/span>, <span style=\"font-style:italic;\"><span style=\"font-weight:bold;\">Friday<\/span><\/span> night.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yeah, but we have to get there.&#8221; Then he handed me a card with my itinerary.<\/p>\n<p>Early Friday: Fly to NYC<br \/>Friday night: Dinner at <a href=\"http:\/\/www.oneifbyland.com\/\">One if by Land, Two if by Sea<\/a>, drinks and singing at Marie&#8217;s Crisis.<\/p>\n<p><object width=\"425\" height=\"350\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/AbZgsEUsnHg\"><\/param><embed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/AbZgsEUsnHg\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"425\" height=\"350\"><\/embed><\/object><\/p>\n<p>Satuday morning: Breakfast in Bed via Roomservice<br \/>Saturday day: open (we went to the Met and walked through Central Park)<\/p>\n<p><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_eKFMOhvaI5o\/RkOfpLgTDLI\/AAAAAAAAAHg\/bioL4BtteGU\/s1600-h\/P5050015.JPG\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_eKFMOhvaI5o\/RkOfpLgTDLI\/AAAAAAAAAHg\/bioL4BtteGU\/s320\/P5050015.JPG\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\"id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063065935906278578\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Saturday night: dinner with Jackie, Liisa, and Pam.<\/p>\n<p>Sunday day: laze around Croton and the Black Cow.<br \/>Sunday night: home.<\/p>\n<p>So for my fortieth&#8230;the real surprise (on my actual birthday) was a surprise party at my friend Pam&#8217;s house. People I hadn&#8217;t seen in <span style=\"font-style:italic;\">years<\/span> showed up. It was one of those &#8220;this is your life&#8221; moment and&#8230;I wept all the way back to the airport.<\/p>\n<p>In my adult life, I&#8217;ve never had to move because I <span style=\"font-style:italic;\">should<\/span>, only because I was sick of somewhere or really <span style=\"font-style:italic;\">wanted<\/span> to move. I <span style=\"font-style:italic;\">loved<\/span> Croton-on-Hudson. I love all my friends there. I love New York (though the humidity is for the birds). And it was very very hard to leave.<\/p>\n<p>We were both sad, actually, and I wept most of the way to JFK&#8211;and not just because of the traffic.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The short version: My husband surprised me with a long weekend in NY to see my friends. 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