I celebrated another birthday this week. Flashbacks of years past recalled birthday parties, sleepovers, and family celebrations. You know when you turn 13 you’re excited to be called a teenager. When you turn 21 you’re considered an adult that can vote and drink. When you turn 40 you’re over the hill. Past 50 you’re the new 30, past 60, you’re the new 40. I kind of like this going backward thing!
Thanks to all of you that called, sent emails and cards. To H and E, your song and laughter always makes my day. A big, gooey kiss goes out to my guys – Ronny, Chris and Matthew. The best part of the day is getting that much anticipated call from the grandkids singing Happy Birthday as loud as possible with a few added lyrics to make it their own like “cha-cha-cha” and “eat mor chickin”!