On Saturday, May 4th, 1929, Audrey Hepburn was born in Belgium. It feels strange almost, to think it’s been 90 years since she was born. Stranger still that I should write about her as if I knew her, as if she’s family. But that’s what she feels like to me. I forgot to get a cake this year, so I’m eating chocolate candy (which she adored) as a substitute. A couple of days ago, I saw Funny Face on the big screen, which I hope to write about in the future. The tulips, our favorite flowers, are blooming in Boston in the most vivid shades of pink, purple, orange and red, even while the skies overhead are overcast. It’s a gloomy spring so far.
And I spent today with my three year old cousins who I haven’t seen in months. They’re such bright, funny, precocious little girls. I love talking to them, listening to their stories, and all the things they say that almost stump me. How did they get so smart, so inquisitive? Over on my Audrey instagram, I said that one of the best ways to celebrate her day was by talking to and playing with a child. Audrey’s love for children was boundless, long before she began her UNICEF work. But it was work that affected her so deeply. And so, while I was brushing back little Sophie’s hair, I thought about how lucky she and her sister and all the kids in my family are. They’re surrounded by so much love, from aunts, uncles, cousins, great aunts, in addition to their parents. And that’s really what Audrey wanted for every child – enough food, good healthcare and education, and lots of love.
I feel lucky to love her. I received an advance copy of Robert Matzen’s Dutch Girl which I’ll be reviewing next week on Fairy Hepburn! I’m quite lucky to have that opportunity too. Every time May 4th comes around, I’m just filled with so much joy and warmth. I thought maybe I’d have nothing new to say after this tribute post last year. But the truth is, there’s always so much to say about Audrey. She wouldn’t get it, not because she was self deprecating, but because she genuinely did not see what all the fuss was. So even though I plan on celebrating Audrey’s 90th all year round, I’m just trying to keep it simple today. Trying being the key word here.
But I’m happy. And I’m happy that a lot of people know just how I feel and are celebrating Audrey.
So once again, happy May 4th! Happy Audrey day. Happy 90th to my favorite weirdo.