Yep, I was born on the 13th and every once in a while, my birthday arrives on Friday the 13th and I usually just ignore it. However, at the end of last week, my mom pointed out to me that my 40th birthday would be on Friday the 13th. It ended up being a day of good-luck or maybe just of blessings. First my sweet family fixed breakfast and pineapple/banana smoothies and gave me sweet gifts. I even got a glass casserole dish to replace the one Titus broke with his head (if you don't know that story see Super Glue and Stitches). Then, I heard singing coming from outside. When I looked, all the missionaries from GSF and their kids were all dressed in black and were walking towards our house singing Happy Birthday in a mournful voice. They even brought Daisy, the donkey down to help with the atmosphere (notice the black bandanna on her head!).
Teacher Amanda brought muffins and others had gifts gifts. One was an apron - notice I reversed it and Claudia and I showed the mood of the day--or at least tried to.
Then some of the GSF kids started to come by to wish me a happy birthday!
It started out fun and great and continued that way for the rest of the day. Mark and I went into town for the day just to enjoy and get away. That evening we went to Black Lantern, a nice restaurant overlooking some of the rapids of the Nile River. It was a great day and ended up being a day of blessings on Friday the 13th.