Ida

As I make my way down stairs after getting dressed in my pale yellow tank top, pastel pink Soffe shorts, and white Old Navy flip flops, I make my way down-stairs. As I do this, I stop in mid step. There are some familiar voices coming from the kitchen. The voices sound like.. no, it couldn't be. They are back in Texas...at least I think so. My curious self making my way down stairs into the kitchen, I stop, gasp, and clasp my hand over my mouth. Not only is my wonder-ful Mom and Dad standing in the kitchen with Aunt Jamie, but my wonder-ful best friends, twins Ivan and Jack, and my best girl friend, Donna, are there, too."Happy Birth-day, Ida!" All of them smiled and cheered.