Yesterday was my niece Britta's birthday. This is her at the Olympics last February. She was my special order baby. When my sister-in-law was pregnant with her I said it was going to be a girl with curly red hair. She told me no, there's no red hair in her family. I just kept insisting. Then on September 6, Labor Day, she gave birth to a little girl with curly red hair. Never doubt the power of a redhead. She, and her siblings, and the children of many of my friends, have taught me what it is like to love someone more than life itself (although there were times when I was changing diapers that I wasn't all that fond of them). Britta has grown up to be an amazing woman. She has scores of friends and has become the favorite "aunt" to many of their children. She is a nurse and I'm sure will be more than happy to take care of me in my old age.
In fact when I would change all those diapers I'd tell each of those kids "Now when I'm old I expect you to do the same for me." I'm kind of hoping, though, that they don't feel obliged to give me a kiss on my belly after they've finished changing me although I wouldn't mind being tossed in the air. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. (By the way does anyone else absolutely love the Geiger commercial with the piggy going wee, wee, wee all the way home?)
Well happy birthday Britta. I love you more than chocolate.
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