This week my little family celebrated Kitty Breen Day. What? You never heard of this important January holiday? That's because Mrs. Sunnymead made it up.
Kitty Breen was my wonderful, funny, enthusiastic, doting grandmother who died almost thirteen years ago. I wanted to find a way to honor her spirit, her sense of fun, and most importantly to make sure that my daughters knew about this special person in my life, even if they couldn't actually know her.
So here's what you're supposed to do on Kitty Breen Day --
1. Sleep late. Kitty never surfaced until at least 10, usually later.
2. Don't work. With the exception of a war-time stint and annual Election Day volunteering, Kitty never worked and she praised all who could also get away with it. (The fact that her birthday often coincides with MLK Day makes this requirement possible to accomplish.)
3. Reach out to family & friends. Kitty never missed a birthday or an anniversary of anyone in her tribe - there was always a card. She was a terrible cook, but a great entertainer, and loved having a houseful of people.
4. Celebrate. We always have a cake. Kitty loved celebrations - she even threw annual birthday parties for my doll, inviting all her friends and making them bring presents.
As usual, Kitty Breen Day was a special one this year. We made a cake - certainly not from scratch, as that would be very un-Kitty. We sang. We wore party hats. We blew out candles and made a wish. We celebrated!
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