Best Day Ever!

I feel so close to Sponge Bob right now.  

I think it's because he totally gets me. And I get him. 

We both understand what it really means to have the best day ever.  

Up until now I thought meeting Jack Johnson was the best day ever, but last night I had an epiphany and I now realize that meeting famous people doesn't even come close to being LUBBED. 

The Beatles were spot on when they revealed the ancient chinese secret of life: All you need is lub.  

My daughter didn't even have to learn this lesson vicariously from listening to them sing at 95 mph, she got to learn this from all the letters and packages she received on her birthday from her dear friends in Hawaii. 

MUCHOS MAHALO DEAR FRIENDS!

I'm telling you, peeps, my eyeballs had a serious workout when we pulled up to our house after spending the better part of the day at Snowbird swimming and eating lasagna and watching the Yankees lose.  

Waiting on the porch were gift bags and candy and cards and the mailbox was so stuffed with letters that the mailman had to use RUBBER BANDS! 

And as if that wasn't enough. 

There was a package . . .  

 

Full of Hawaiian kine treats . . .

But that's not all. At the bottom of the box was a card signed by even more friends. 

In Hawaii they don't give just regular ole' birthday cards. They give inflatable cards. Floaties and inner tubes and life rafts and such. 

This year my daughter got a life raft.  

How appropriate.




I never in a million years thought I would derive such pleasure from watching my daughter prance around the living room with an inflatable life raft.



If life rafts could talk this one would be saying, "I told you you are lubbed, you silly goose!"

After the initial excitement, we all gathered around and ate Hawaiian candy and listened while my daughter opened each birthday letter and read it out loud. 

I was so overwhelmed by the outpourings of glad tidings and great joy that I wasn't even very ticked that nobody mentioned ME, ME, ME and the fact that it was ME, ME, ME who so graciously carried her around for 9 months inside my body and endured incredible pain for hours on end to get her out into this big wide world. 

At the end of the day I learned an important lesson:  There ain't much better in life than a singing sponge and a talking life raft.