A Rave About Getting Old
When I get older, I want to be like my mom.
Yesterday, we went out to lunch for her eighty-fourth birthday, which she enjoyed. But truthfully, she was more thrilled by the Solitaire app I downloaded on her Nook.
Seriously, I had to remind her to eat her soup.
Afterwards, we took an accidentally circuitous route to a small town nearby and popped into the library and a few shops.
It was a lovely day.
But the reason I want to be like Mom when I get older has more to do with the text she sent me last night. It said (and I’m pretty sure she won’t mind me sharing), “Just wanted to let u know I got 6 beautiful red roses from my friend J—– (don’t get any ideas — he was born in 1964) but we r friends.”
Not bad for a Nook reading, Solitaire-playing, texting, 84-year-old great grandma, eh?
Here she is holding our library’s “One Book, One Community” book, Wonder and looking not a day over seventy.
Happy Birthday, Mom. Hoping for many more.
Reading, Writing, Ranting and Raving 
Want an awesome blog post. Thanks for giving me the opportunity to read it. Sam
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I liked the “don’t get any ideas” comment. 🙂
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That was fantastic. You are truly blessed. I miss my mom so much! Your mom sounds amazing. I’m stopping now since the tears are rolling down my cheeks.
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Sheri, I’m so sorry to make you cry, and I do know that every day we still have her is a blessing. Thanks for the nice comment.
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