I am very fortunate to have keepsakes from my birth. My mother made a couple of baby books for me (a perk of being the first child) and kept a scrap book of every card I received for my first 4 years.
My dad took hundreds of pictures, all black and white, of my first three years. He took pictures of the other kids, too, but there are far more of me than of all the other kids combined.
The bonnet is not to be missed.
This is my first birthday outfit, a bright red dress with matching bonnet. What you can't tell from the picture is the bonnet is covered with tiny ruffles. The matching diaper cover is covered with the same ruffles. Mom saved the bonnet, which is tucked inside her cedar chest. (My sister has the chest and it still contains all the mementos mom saved.)
This birthday was celebrated at my grandmother's house. I remember mom telling me my dress was satin. The shouldesr were ruffled and the chair I'm sitting in (a rocking chair) was my gift that year.
This is the worst picture of any year in the 8 years (maybe more) of birthday pictures I have. On the back of the picture my mother wrote it was taken at my grandmother's house (again) and my Uncle Charles made the cake. Uncle Charlie is about 10 years older than me.
I remember this birthday very clearly. The cake was bright pink (my request) and the little figures on top were a cowboy and cowgirl. (I was big into Westerns at the time.) I'd just had a hair cut and the bottom edges were permed. Mom saved my pony tail, which is wrapped in plastic and housed inside the deteriorating scrapbook. I remember the corduroy skirt with blue and brown shapes on a cream background and its 2" wide straps that constantly fell off my shoulders. The jumper was my favorite and I loved to rub my hands up and down the soft fabric pile. I love corduroy to this day. I remember the house we lived in and the recurring dream I had. Four years old is as far back as I can remember and many of my memories are vivid.
In any case, this is the long way round of telling you today is my birthday! I'm not one who likes to ignore the day, although I don't care for huge celebrations, either. I like to acknowledge the day because I'm very, very fortunate to be here, to be healthy (more or less), and be able to celebrate my past and my future!