You didn't arrive in my life on this day 6 years ago. But, my heart was calling out for you. I had started feeding a neighborhood kitty a few weeks before your birthday, and each time I would walk away from him I felt sad. Then, right after Labor Day someone sent to me a photo.
And said that this little kitten needed a home. That email changed my life. I can remember the conversation I had with the woman who was seeking to place her--she explained what a special kitten she was, and that her birthday was 08/08/08. How could I say no?
We'll celebrate again on your "Gotcha Day," but for now, let's think about you turning Six.
My mother so loved Winnie the Pooh. I think my favorite Pooh album (yes, I had Winnie the Pooh albums) was Now We Are Six. Here is the poem, for Coco from my mama and me:
When I was one, I had just begun. When I was two, I was nearly new. When I was three, I was hardly me. When I was four, I was not much more. When I was five, I was just alive. But now I am six, I'm as clever as clever. So I think I'll be six now and forever.
Author: A.A. MilneHappy birthday to my sweet and saucy Coco Chanel. Thank you for saving me.