Today is my birthday. I had a moment to sit at my computer so I thought I would tell you. Today has proved to be lovely. I just got back from a fish taco lunch with my sisters and mom. I just love fish tacos. With lots of lime. And a diet Coke to wash it down.

My mom writes all of us birthday poems and they are always clever. I thought I would share mine with you. My mother is so whitty.

Whitney! Another birthday!

A year that did not linger

Another year of mothering

And giving trials the finger.

A year of intense learning

And chasing little boys

Trucks, weapons, bottles

Diapers, tractors, noise.

Now baby three is coming

And the gender will be new

Instead of boy – a little girl

Will make her grand debut.

Whitney drives to the doctor

Whitney drives to the store

She’s down the street to preschool

And the library she’ll explore.

Up in the a.m. for breakfast

And not the cereal kind

Pancakes, eggs, bacon

Yogurt or fruit you’ll find.

Willing to spend an evening

Rubbing husband's feet

Or baking an extra buttermilk cake

For his own personal treat.

She’ll always be your friend

And disregard your flaws

But don’t you ever hurt her men

Or you will see her claws.

The kitchen queen she is

And happy she will be

When beating eggs or mixing sauce

And on a cooking spree.

She cares for home and family

Monitors in-law activity

Jumps to help if needs arise-

Timely assistance is her proclivity.

So Whitney it’s your birthday!

And we all shout “Hooray!”

Pack up the kids for Jumping Jack’s

Ethan said he’d take them today.