My Day

In Romanian, "my day of birth," is shorted to "my day," and it very much was my day. I felt like a princess. I was given three-yes, count them, 3-surprise parties and many other little surprises along the way. At Casa Ana they made a cake and sang happy birthday. At Casa Nadia the older boys had picked out a necklace for me and we had snacks and the kids had made cards for me. Then that evening Bethany threw a surprise party for me in which friends from the houses came over bearing flowers and a gift. I also received TWO phone calls from the Trooks and apparently there are two packages waiting at the post office. In spite of the fact that I am 27 (though Zorro tells me I am still young), it was a great day.

I told the kids from Ana, all I wanted for a b-day gift was a good picture of all of us together. I'm sad to say, I didn't get my wish, but 8 out of 11 isn't bad.

Well, it was not something I would have chosen for myself, but it was a gift from the heart, agreed upon by Janos, Madalin, Daniel and Adi from Casa Ana.

"Who on earth could be at the door?" Why, it's Elena, Septi, Mira, Cristina, Olesia, David and Paula. What a surprise (except for the fact that I caught you all whispering)!