Sadie reminded me today that it is the official start of Birthday Month. That's a tradition Ericka and I began when the kids started being aware of birthdays and holidays, mostly to forestall the incessant demands for gifts in the lead-up.
So nobody is allowed to submit wish lists (now coming in the form of slide presentations, lol) until 30 days prior. It's always been sorta like Advent, and to this day I still give the kids small gifts and extra coin along the way, up until the Big Day.
Sadie's birthday, though, has long filled me with anticipatory anxiety because a day not long afterward (July 26) is an anchor of grief. For starters, in 2020 that was the last time the kids (or anybody in the family) ever saw their mother.
That was taken at their regular supervised visit on East Madison Street in Seattle. Ericka had been staying with her parents down in Estacada, and would drive up on alternate Sundays to see her kids for a few hours, but after this one, she never went back.I came home from working on the mainland, Bailey Bee was happy as usual to see me, and even had energy to take what would be her final walk. She hadn't been able to do that much in her last few weeks, and now I get the sense it was a farewell tour of her favorite places to sniff and pee, leaving messages telling everybody that she'd not be returning.

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