The “Birthday” Song

One November day 25 years ago, my husband left work early to go home and cook his special shrimp pasta dish. My favorite.

As I walked down the sidewalk from the bus stop, I heard the Beatles “Birthday” song blaring from the window of our second floor duplex. I knew that song was for me.

It was my birthday.

Walking in the door, I was greeted by a smiling, handsome face, a dozen yellow roses, and one delicious dinner. It was one of my best birthdays ever.

Today I re-discovered these Beatle dolls in our safe deposit box at the bank, after visiting my husband at his group home.

It’s as if the Beatles appeared to perform a ‘reunion tour’ on the wood table in front of me.

And to wish me yet another Happy Birthday, as well as rekindle one special memory.

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