I had a sweet visitor yesterday. Her new favorite thing is reading! We found a tub of books to enjoy! Clayton came but he doesn’t do pictures. My day was highlighted by visits from those I love. I have to share my birthday with someone I don’t respect or admire. It dampens the day of my beginning.
Greta didn’t come yesterday. She was shooting. I think she uses a gun her Dad built. Greta aka Annie Oakley won again.
Laura crafted me a new bag to carry my equipment to exercise class. It’s too pretty to use. My sweet Sigrid made me feel special as did Astrid and Logan. Ada brought me new fly swats. Great gifts. Didn’t see two of my girls, but at 75 you know you’re fading so it’s ok. Ada made me a birthday card and when she asked her mother what my number was an Erin said —75— Ada remarked, she’s almost dead! Truth comes from the mouth of babes!
What a pretty bag! 75 wonderful years, some people don’t get that many,I will be 74 in the Fall, my husband is 75…hopefully he makes it a few more years. When you are as young as Ada 75 must seem ancient!
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday late! Hard to deal with people you can't respect or admire. There are too many these days. :( From your post, I can tell you are loved.
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