We call it Birthday Season in my family
starting with April 6th: Peter.
My first memory:
"You have a new brother."
Amy: April 12th. John and
I were teenagers. Mom's last
two pregnancies seemed
embarrassingly late. We
were having friends over
listening to music, practicing
the new dances. Who knew
then how much we'd come to
appreciate and love them.
April 16th, me. How amazing
that my husband, Lou and my
sister Mary's husband, Steve would
be born four years after me, 3 years
before her: April seventeenth, 1952.
Then the musicians:
April 23rd: Bernie, eight years after me,
eleven months after Mary. He was six
when the Beach Boys had their first hit,
seven when the Beatles came on the scene.
April 25th: Brian Heveron-Smith. Mary's
middle child. We have Chip in March then
Mary and Scott, Amy's husband, in May.
There are a flurry of cards, emails, phone
calls as the season ramps up every year.
I still remember the day John pointed
out to me that April was exactly nine
months after Mom and Dad's wedding
anniversary. So, that explained it:
They were celebrating!