The 5th of May
I have dutifully celebrated the 5th day of May every year for 44 years. My remembrance each year has absolutely nothing to do with Mexico. It does, however have everything to do with parties and anniversaries and remembering an event!
On May 5th 1936 in the hills of Kentucky a son was born to Woodrow and Elsie. And many years later that son got a really cool birthday present. His niece was born on May 5th 1960. Just a few months before his own son would be born. How cool is that to get a niece for a birthday present? (I would think almost as cool as getting twin daughters 8 days before your birthday. Honeybear’s birthday is just 1 week and 1 day after the twins’s birthday.)
My daddy would be 76 years old today. So while many Americans celebrate an obscure Mexican holiday (really isn’t it just an excuse to eat Tex-Mex food. I seriously never even heard of Cinco De Mayo until 8 or 9 years ago and only among major fans of Mexican food.), I will be remembering my dad.
He didn’t really like Mexican food but that’s ok cause I’m going out for breakfast this morning and that was Daddy’s favorite thing. He loved breakfast food and he’d eat it for breakfast, lunch or dinner. Maybe I’ll use Cinco de Mayo to have some mexican food for dinner. Dad won’t mind. He let mom make tacos (but generally not on his birthday <grin>) Happy Birthday, Daddy. Memory Eternal.
And his niece? Yup that would be my cousin. We won’t talk about how old she is because (well you can figure it out I put the date in here!) she’s only 7 years older than I am. Oh wait. I put my age in here already didn’t I.
Well Happy Birthday Carla Ann. I love you. I wish we lived closer to each other. Hope you have a great day. And Happy Birthday to my Uncle Bill. He’s my mom’s brother.
And to anyone celebrating Cinko de Mayo… enjoy your Mexican Food!