My mother was good at birthdays. She knew how to make a big deal about them. Every December 11th, she would wake me up by singing “The Birthday Song” by The Beatles at the top of her lungs. (You know the one: They say it’s your birthday….Happy Birthday to you…) To be woken at 7 a.m. with her booming serenade was mildly annoying, but she was so earnest and ebullient, I couldn’t help but laugh.
Today is my mother’s birthday. She would have turned 63. It’s the reason I chose today to launch “The Cape House,” the story she asked me to write before she passed away. It is my way of celebrating who she was and thanking her for everything she did for me. As my birthday gift, I am sharing her story with the world.
Happy Birthday, Mom.
