I clicked on Google to google something, of course. I’m an old Googler from way back. One of my favorite pastimes. My kids say my epitaph is going to read, “Let’s Google it!”
But I digress….
So, I click on Google and what do I see?
So cute! Cakes and cupcakes. Sparklers and candles. I just adore the Google pictures each day. It’s my second favorite pastime, besides actual Googling, of course. I hover over the picture and discover something new and an hour is lost learning about C. V. Raman or Maria Callas or the invention of soap. (Here I go. Digressing again. Must be my age. Wink, wink.)
Today, I see the cakes and the candle and wonder, “Who else shares my birthday today?”
I hover the mouse over the picture and low and behold it says:
Happy Birthday, Jane!
My heart skips a beat. Google remembered!
I’m so touched. And honored. And awestruck.
And then, I realize (fairly quickly, because I’m not that egocentric) that the image will only be seen by me.
But that’s okay.
Google remembered my birthday.
That’s enough for me.