I’m not sure how to break this to all you Camp Dorothy fans but the Happy Birthday to Dorothy’s Daughter Camp, scheduled to begin today, has been cancelled. I know, I’m disappointed, too.
No Judge Judy.
No Wheel of Fortune.
No listening to Mom relive the details of my birth while I blow out the birthday candles.
But, I find solace in knowing London and the International Olympic Committee are throwing a great big party in my honor. They’re calling it the 2012 London Olympics Opening Ceremony, but I like to think of it as my personal birthday extravaganza.
Now, don’t get the wrong idea. I know the Olympic Committee isn’t pulling out all the stops just for me, an obscure Iowa woman who wants to celebrate her birthday with a maximum of hoopla. They’re throwing it for me and Dorothy Hamill.
You know Dorothy Hamill.
The American figure skater who won Olympic gold in 1976.
Who happened to be born on July 26, 1956.
So our mothers tell birthing stories that happened only 24 hours apart.
I feel kinda bad that they’re throwing our party on my 56th birthday instead of hers. After all, she’s the Olympic champion. I would have gladly agreed to hold the party a day before my birthday instead of the day after hers. But that pesky Olympic Planning Committee didn’t even consult with me about the date. They probably didn’t check with Dorothy either.
But we birthday girls aren’t going to dwell on that. Instead, we’re going to enjoy all the international attention and thank God for blessing our lives with more goodness than either of us deserve.
Happy birthday to us…and let the games begin!