I scramble every year during this second week of November. When I was a kid, I only had to remember that my dad’s birthday was the 18th. Then, as I got older, approaching my adolescence, I added my uncle (my father’s younger brother) on the 17th. Yes, that’s right, one day before my dad. They are separated by four years minus one day. Also, their youngest sibling, my aunt, falls in November, but thankfully it’s after Thanksgiving.
I left home and went off to college in Wichita, where I met my future husband (thirty years ago this past September). I won’t share that story in this post, as it’s a poorly kept secret among close relatives and friends. I shouldn’t have been surprised though to discover that his birthday falls on November 14th, four days before my dad.