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.