I started my life sixty-two years ago on a cold and blustery day. I weighed 9 lbs and one ounce and my (not even 5 foot tall), mother swears I nearly killed her.
Of course, being born at noon meant that she was back in her room in time for lunch. Lunch that day was a turkey sandwich! So I didn’t wreck her day completely.
I was the youngest of three children and you know what they say, the youngest is the most spoiled.
I didn’t feel that way, of course, as there seemed to be an expectation to excel. I did try for a while and then when I hit my teens I went in the opposite direction and rebelled!
I may not always have made the best choices in my life, but somehow I made my way and I was blessed with two daughters, Mandy and Katie,
and now my grandchildren, Savannah and Quinn.
Hmmm! Sixty-two! Imagine that? I remember as a kid when my grandmother and then my mother were this age. Somehow they seemed like old ladies! I certainly don’t feel like that. There is so much left that I want to do!
So, Happy Birthday to me!