Every few years I reach an awkward milestone — an age I think of as my
mother’s. I reached another of those yesterday, on Mothers’ Day.
Fifty-nine. Isn’t that my mother’s age? My grandmother’s?
How did this happen?
How did I get here?
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Heck if I know. (I’m still trying to figure out 39.)
But ~~~HaPPY BiRTHDaY!!!~~~ -
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!
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Happy Birthday Sharon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Happy Birthday, Sharon 🙂
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So glad to see you are back blogging! I have missed you. Looks like your garden is in beautiful bloom. My youngest turned 21! How did that happen? Where did all those years go?
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So glad to see you’re posting again!
I put a photo of my grandmother at my age on my blog: homemade dress with lace trim, heeled “old-lady” laceup shoes, etc. Today she would be wearing embroidered pastel sweats with tennie runners! Me? Oh, heck. Jeans, work shirt and bare feet — though if you’re diabetic, you’re sposed to wear shoes. My grandmother was NOT diabetic.
Prairie Mary -
Happy Birthday!!! I was 57 on jan 4th this year- I’m just happy to still be here
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Happy Birthday! My mom was 40 when I was born, so I’ve got a bit to go before I feel like my mother’s age. 😛
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When I look in the mirror my mother looks back
disapproving, as usual, but what can she say? Fran S.
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