Sadly, even though my mind was singing along, the reality is that if I sing, I would hear my grandmother. Wow, when did that happen? I think that is a case of "use it or lose it" in real life.
On another note, 33 years ago is also vivid in my mind as I think back on a cold night in February - waking up the DH at 2 a.m. to ask if there was gas in the truck.
After DD1 was born, I never could understand why people felt compelled to ask if we were going to "try for a boy"... like we got it wrong the first time? So I was pretty pleased that morning to welcome DD2 into our little fam. Not so pleased with the 7 hours of back labor, but I guess that is the price you pay.
So, after a little fortification with tacos made from Sunday's left over brisket, we took a little trek down the road about 30 minutes to wish the birthday girl our best.
Here's to my girls!