Yes, it’s true. Today is my birthday, and I am officially sixty-six years old. How in the world did that happen?
I was born and raised on Cape Cod in the 1950s-1960s. Back then, I could ride my bike all over town and pick up things for my mother at the local convenience store.
I recall going to the beach, lying on the sand, and thinking that this part of my life was far away. Yet, here I am.
I was a little raggamuffin, often without shoes and in junkie clothes. I rode my bike, climbed trees, and walked along the shore.
I married twice, had my babies, and started my travels worldwide.
Mandy, Katie, and me.
I fell in love with wire-haired dackels and traveled to Germany to get Greta.
What a significant part of my life Greta was.
Anneliese, Arnie and Greta.
She gave me Arnie and Anneliese. I thought it could not get any better.
Then came Heidi and I thank the good Lord who knew I needed a best friend because she sure is!
Heidi
I’m so lucky to have my daughter and grandchildren, Savannah and Quinn.
Savannah
Quinn
Amanda and me.
I have also picked up two sons and a daughter. Stepchildren, but I think of them as my own.
At sixty-six, I think of them all with great love, and seriously, I wonder how I got here so darn fast.
Ah yes. The age of decrepitude!
So here’s to these years. May old age be kind, and may they be full of fun and laughs.