She Remembered

For the first time, my daughter remembered, and acknowledged my birthday without being asked. Whoa!!! She said "good night, almost birthday girl" last night. When I woke her up, instead of the usual groan, she wished me "happy birthday." And, when we headed off to the bus, she told me to stay out of the kitchen.
When I came home, there was a drawing of me, in our backyard oohing and aahing over cactus flowers, me in the pool and a cut out of the letters of "happy birthday." The capper was a dotted line drawing of us doing the Susan G. Komen race together next year, going past all the mile-markers. She had one cute touch - a line directly from start to finish stating "short cut."
I am lucky in so many ways. And appreciate the effort. It is especially poignant when a friend just emailed that she has a possible re-occurrence of her breast cancer.
Every day is precious. Today is extra-precious.