Holidays always make me nostalgic (okay, it doesn't actually take much to make me nostalgic). And I since I managed, this month, to forget the birthdays of a couple people I have been thinking of them a bit more.
First, my brother-in-law, Manny. Manny who married my sister even after being trapped in a car with us in full Star Trek geek mode where we turned the drive into an ad-libbed episode. Over the years they've been together Manny has let more and more of his sense of humor out. We've obviously been a good influence on him.
And Kathleen, my oldest sister, who introduced me to folk and Irish music and Lyle Lovett (not personally). She made our dolls clothes and on one memorable occasion (for me, at least) built me a fort using blankets and the bunk beds when the others wouldn't play with me.
Happy Birthday to you both!