It was finally the nurse who broke the news to my mother as they bumped into each other in the hallway. When mom saw the nurse carrying a wrapped up creature to the nursery, she asked, “Could that be the Harpole baby”? “It sure is, and she is on her way to get groomed.” “Oh, thank the Lord,” my mom screams, and she runs down to the waiting room where the cheers were so loud, mom had to actually nudge Bill away. The year was 1972 and the Dallas Cowboys had secured the victory.
Why do I bring up the Super Bowl? I guess because every January for many years later, I can see Bill holding his baby girl as he cheers for his favorite football team. Not only was the poor child born during Super Bowl, but every year she has just a little competition. Of course she doesn’t mind because she knows that she is the apple of her dad’s eye. After all, it was he who painted the trunk of our big oak tree in the front yard “pink” and built a huge sign that read “It’s a girl”! She received forty-six frilly dresses, enough pink blankets to supply an entire shelf at Walmart, and a chest full of congratulation cards.
So Happy Birthday to all of you January people, and remember you are the most cheered people ever! Be sure to check out my Bruschetta Tid Bits and the Football Cheese Ball in the Recipe section.
Rosalie
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