More on May's birthday

May is asleep (still) so I have a few moments to write about May's lovely birthday party, made fbulous by all the wonderful people who came.

My mother and father, as well as Cathy and Pat, drove up from Connecticut. Mary and Denis were here for chili and cupcakes and then mere minutes after they left to go loko at a house (good luck!) David and Jen arrived.

May got lots of presents, too many to list. Many thanks to you all.

I feel compelled by the weight of the mom-moirs that have come before me to sit and ponder the meaning of a year, what I was doing this time last year (being drugged), and wax sentimental with purple prose aobut hwo much May means and how my life hass changed and what a blessing she is, ad nauseum.

I'll refrain.

I don't think anyone who knows my daughter can doubt she's astounding and has changed our lives and therefore I don't need to go into it. And y'all really don't need to read maternal naval gazing (it's that small thing, right there, above the stretch marks and the c-section scar) on a gray and wet and rainy MOnday morning.

Instead, I will tell you that we made it! The past three months have been pretty much a forced march for the Ferry family. We closed on the place, fixed it up, moved in, unpacked, cooked and decorated for three Christmas feasts, traveled to Connecticut for what amounted to four more, denuded the place of holiday phneh, and prepared a birthday party for fourteen. (Okay, only 11 came, but I cooked for fourteen!)

Now, for the first time in three months, my "must do today or the whole thing goes to hell" list is empty. We still have piles of lists since moving in is complete in only the most superficial sense. And life marches on -- I have birthdays to buy for and bills to pay and what not. But for the first time since September, we have some breathing room.

And May is still asleep. In my whole time with her, I've never managed to finish a post while she was asleep, I think. Wow. I think I'm going to go read a book or something.