We had a request.
It was for a dinner with three exceptional ladies and it was so late I had to drive even after dark.
Crazy but nice.
And when you get my age I'll be eighty-eight.
Seriously. Not funny.
Unless, of course, I'm like Mrs. Frankie or Mrs. Annie or Granny or Aunt Maxine or Mrs. Nellie or
countless others. Those people make aging look like super human.
So don't worry that your birthday is next month.
It looks like it gets better as it goes and you have it pretty good right now so yeah. It's fine to grow.
Today I am grateful for a visit, how you tried to feed Rosie your peanut butter and banana sandwich and how we found out it only gets better.