11.11.11 will be my 65th birthday. I think that makes me an OFFICIAL SENIOR CITIZEN.
Yup, 65 years ago, this beautiful woman, (the one on the left...my sweet niece is on the right), gave birth to me two full months premature on 11.11.1946. The story goes that I was allergic to Mom's milk so I had a black wet nurse. Dad used to tell me that I got my curls from her milk! Then he'd say I got my curls from eating burned food. It came down to the fact that I got my curls from Dad.
65 years. Wow! I honestly thought I would die before my 30th birthday. I seriously believed it. I even had the way I would die all figured out... aka... murder! Oh my! And that was before CSI and all the gore on t.v these days.
So I was wrong. Here I am 65 and Mom is 88. Other than pneumonia right now, she is healthy.
You want to know something? I get to celebrate my 65th birthday with Mom!
I'm hitching a ride with a friend to Washington and will walk, giggle, put puzzles together and love being with Mom.
I don't care if the sun doesn't shine, we shall have three glorious days together.