I published this on my birthday in 2009-13, took a year off last year, but I still think it tells the first part of my story, and I love the old photos of the little me…
Today (3-23) is my birthday and I’ve attained a certain age. I have plans, things to do, places to go. But today I’m looking back.
(I tried to cut my own bangs–oops.)
For a few years after “the war” I was an only child. We lived in an apartment in Chicago where I played.
I REALLY wanted to be a “cowgirl.” I dreamed of the far west. I idolized Hopalong Cassidy.
While I was running around the suburban streets pretending to be this and that, my parents were building a new house and having a new baby (or three…).
I noticed immediately that the driveway made a PERFECT stage:
Time passed and many new houses were built filling up the street. New brothers arrived, new cars.
Eventually they all moved into a bigger house, but by then I was gone, starting a new life. I moved to the far west to be a cowgirl.
Here’s to another year of fun, out on the ranch…!
oh happy birthday, bonnie. happy birthday. post this every year.
Happy Birthday to a lively, talented and thoroughly delightful friend.
Glad when we find ourselves on the “ranch” with you.
Happy birthday! It is amazing how time does past ,and so quickly! Glad you got to enjoy your dream of being a cowgirl.😊
happy, happy day dear Bonnie!
Happy Birthday Bonnie!
I remember you as an adorable baby–with bangs. happy birthday!
Happy Birthday to you! happy birthday to you! happy birthday dear Bonnie… happy birthday to you! (sung slightly off key but with great enthusiasm!)
Happy Trails Cowgirl! and many more!!! xoxo
hAppY biRtHdAy dear friend….yeehaw!!! xo
Still beautiful, inside and out.