Family got together last night to celebrate the birthday (which is actually today) of the most amazing woman I've ever encountered. We all went for a big fancy-schmancy dinner--including the three-year-old (we're that brave), and it was just great. I have the most amazing family, and am truly blessed, and this woman is the cornerstone of all that I have, and all that I am. If it's good. If it annoys you, then it's most likely something I developed all on my own, somewhere far away from her. The whole everyone in the family just loving the stuffing out of each other thing? That's hers.And for those of you who have (and I thank you EVER so much for doing so) accused me of falsifying my age and actually being younger than I say (I wish): Let me just say--and I can, because she is not a vain woman, my mother--that this woman is sixty years old. That's 60. As of today. Marvel, people. And while you're at it, please pray that I have these genes!
Happy Birthday, and many, many more to the best possible woman "in all the whole happy world" (as my daughter would say) that God could ever have selected to bring up a little person as difficult as myself, and do a such good job of it. I love you the MOST.