Marie's Birthday

My mother's birthday was Friday, November 16th. I was pretty tired and just wanted to go home after work, but knew I needed to pick up a card for her. Brie was on a time constraint, so after we picked out the cards I dropped her off at our house, got the gifts, and went to Marie's house to make the delivery.  I was missing one of her gifts but figured she wouldn't know anyway because she didn't know what or how much I had gotten for her.

I got to her house and her brother was visiting. I just love Uncle Tom because he's so funny and entertaining! Anyhoo, I went in bearing gifts: candy, her favorite word-search books, her cards. She was so happy! I stayed to visit for a few minutes, and then went home feeling good.  That was day 1.

On Saturday, I went over to her house to pick up Robin for our hair appointment. I went in for a minute to give Marie her big gift: a brand new watch with a gold band and diamonds around the face. "Oh daughter, this is too much." "No it isn't, I know how much you love gold and figured this way you wouldn't keep taking my watches."  "Well I must say: I love this watch and this is the best birthday I've ever had." Then her eyes got big. "You don't suppose this is my last one, do you?" I had to laugh. "No Marie, it isn't your last one. Enjoy your day and I'll see you later." That was day 2.

Today, she didn't go to church because she was a bit under the weather. Plus it was the annual Holiday Parade. So after church I had to stop at Hannaford, go home to change and then try to beat it back to her house (right along the parade route!) before they closed the streets.  I was sitting in the chair next to her and she happened to glance at my wrist. "Oh, what's that you're wearing?" "Um, it's my watch." "Oh it's so pretty. Can I try it on?" "Okay Marie." I took it off (it was a simple bangle) and handed it to her. "Oh daughter, that's so fancy. I don't know if I can operate it." Sighing, I just slipped in on her wrist. "I just love this! I really like the one you gave me yesterday, but I might want this one instead."  Sighing, I said, "But you love gold. Don't you like the one I gave you yesterday?" "Yes, but I haven't tried it on yet."

So she took hers out of the box and had me buckle it on her wrist. "Oh I really do like this one. Maybe I'll just keep it. Look at the diamonds! I'll just have to practice putting it on.  You can keep your silver one. Thank you daughter." "You're welcome Marie."

That was today, day 3, and I managed to keep my OWN new watch. Happy Birthday Marie: you still drive me crazy, but I'm glad you're here to do so!