today is my daughter Amanda Jayne’s nineteenth birthday. she came by to pick up her present(s), which consisted of a selection of silver trinkets from her favourite store, it really was all i could do. she was happy with the presents, not thrilled like last year (i had planned on getting a new phone from chris for my birthday/christmas, & giving her my old one, but i saw the perfect teenage phone, a pretty phone with switchable, colourful faceplates, so i chose to get that instead). anyway, i activated it on the way over to her work, & when i gave it to her she just squeaked — that was a good giving experience. this one was less so, but she was ok about the whole thing.
she came by yesterday to drop off our christmas presents, & since then in at least two phone conversations, expressed her anxiousness for us to open them, & continued today when she came by, so we were finally convinced us to open them. oh, i love my daughter & her generous spirit so much, you should smell my kitchen right now with the freshly ground coffee chris is making into cappuccinos. she also got me a Dave Barry book, so i’ll be wired on caffiene, laughing myself silly this afternoon.