HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE DAUGHTER!

A rooftop my daughter and I slept on in Chefchaouen, Morocco.

“You’re the best daughter a mother could ever want,”  I used to say.

“I’m you’re only daughter,” She would reply with a laugh that seemed to begin from within God’s heart.

So expressive, so full of wonder.
Wisconsin circa 1980

No one can make me laugh like Lydia, who throws quips into a group of people like Roger Maris used to hit home runs.   Things like, “This must be where bad smells go to die,” were delivered in rapid succession.

I asked once if she’d considered a career as a stand-up comic.  That, she said, was of no interest to her.  

Lydia married the love of her life, spending her days traveling around the city for her job and taking care of a husband and 2 step-children she loves deeply.

!!!!HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LYDIA!!!!

There’s not a daughter in this world who can compare to you!