I think my head is getting back to dealing with my usual activities. My husband and I spent most of Friday cleaning house and getting ready for my birthday celebration. I didn't know what was happening other than people were coming. I knew my brother and his wife had previous plans and the same was true with my husbands family. I was disappointed that they wouldn't be there but realized that everyone has a life.
Just before eleven, people started arriving and kept coming until around two. The house was full and a number of people were outside as we had lovely weather. This, as it turned out, was a factor in Roger's plans. At one, I was told I had to go outside as something was going to happen. And it did. In the distance, I could hear the wonderful sound of a piper. It got closer until he reached our yard and continued to play for another half hour. Many of my favourite tunes were included: Dark Island, Scotland the Brave, Flower of Scotland, Amazing Grace etc. and, of course, Happy Birthday. It was one of the most amazing moments of my life. I love the bagpipes and frequently listen to them on cd but nothing, nothing takes the place of hearing them live especially when surrounded by nature. I will never forget the thoughtfulness and love of my husband.
And, yes, my brother and sister-in-law and many of my husbands family came as did my son, sister from England, church and quilting friends, neighbours and other friends. It was a wonderful, wonderful day. Most people don't have their lives celebrated until they have died. Mine was celebrated on my 65th birthday. I am truly blessed and very fortunate. I will tell you, tomorrow, about the quilting things I received.