March 22 is my mother's birthday. Ever since I can remember, I've been making birthday cakes for her and trying to figure out what to get her. Earrings (lavender) are a safe bet. Or music -- a soothing piano CD with bird songs in the background. This year's cake is going to be chocolate frosting on chocolate cake -- it's been a busy week and everybody knows that chocolate will ease most anything. The celebration will be this weekend.
March 22 was the day I started my first real job. Twelve years ago today, I was the most petrified new member of the CHS staff that was ever hired. I am forever grateful to the poor teachers who had to train me to work with kids who frightened and shocked me. Now I daily stride through situations that would have floored me once, but I am still learning every moment that I am there, and I hope that I never stop.
March 22 is the day my brother-in-law Jim Wescott died in a car accident. I think it must be eight or nine years ago now, maybe more, but it seems like it happened much more recently. The world lost a good man that day. Like me, he was a CHS graduate and a Laker, and that alone makes him okay. His big heart touched many people, and he is much missed.
These are my daffodils, and I can't believe they're blossoming this early!