My mom turns 70 today. I think she has had, to this point, a most remarkable life.
She was born in Oklahoma in the 30’s. On a farm. (Don’t play “my upbringing was poorer than yours” with my mom. Not that she would ever say anything about it.)
She went to college. She lived in Detroit, Germany and France. She’s seen the pyramids on two continents. She has gold from Alaska and marble from Majorca.
She quilts, she works sudoku, she rocks.
She’s going on a cruise in a few weeks. The hits just keep on coming.
Happy Birthday, Mom.