The Buckeyes must have been a little confused, because all they gave me for my birthday was the egg that they laid at the game against Illinois. Maybe they just really wanted to go to the Rose Bowl instead of the National Championship game. Maybe not. Who knows.
The weather didn't do any favors, either. High 30's and rainy. All frickin' day.
But my family and friends came through. I got well-wishes from
Columbus, OH, Tampa, FL, Ypsilanti, MI, Bradenton, FL, and Delhi, India. Pammie even sent me a picture of her in front of the Taj Mahal. My first intercontinental birthday message! Surreal!And the kicker: we took Henry to see his first movie: Ratatouille. He was a total big boy stud. He burst out a couple times ("Whoa, Mommy, Whoa" was my favorite when some rats got struck by lightning), but watched quietly throughout. This was even more poignant due to a five-year old that had a total meltdown in the seat in front of him. About halfway through the tantrum, Henry
whispered to Sarah, "What's wrong with that little boy?"It was a great time. It was a great birthday.
