Fiorella's friend Paula paid for Fio's lunch at Dan's last Thursday, explaining to Earl, the manager, that we were celebrating Fiorella's birthday. Halfway through our hamburgers, Earl got on the microphone and invited everyone in the place to sing "Happy Birthday" to Fio. The room resounded with song and Fiorella was thrilled.
Tuesday, Fio's actual birthday, she wasn't feeling as thrilled. Feeling Time's winged chariot hovering near, Fiorella was a little down, but she reread the card from Cousin, and then there was the phone call from Daughter, and from Ellen, and from Elaine, and from Younger Son and from Daughter again. Then Husband came home with the chocolate cake from Upper Crust and the ice cream from HEB and Fiorella pigged out as only a birthday girl can. Then Brother called, and Daughter again (who is setting up a joint celebration with her own upcoming birthday), and finally, after a little nudging, Older Son called, and, just when Fiorella's day was almost perfect, Paula called with a final birthday greeting.
Fiorella slept well Tuesday night. She hopes everyone got the message: the only thing Fio needs to make her happy is all the attention in the world.
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