Sorry to neglect you my friends. Things have been a little chaotic. Since this is about me too, I have another confession to make ….
I had a BIG birthday last week. BIG as in “the golden year,” half-a-century, mommie 5-0. I can’t believe I’m telling my age. My mother, for years said “age is just a number, and mine is unlisted.” She had a sticky note on her driver’s license that just said 12/30. No year. She had it like that forever. When I turned 36 or 37, my brilliant children realized that Nana was only 2-3 years older than me??!! How was that SO???!! It became a game for the girls to try to figure out my Mother’s real age. ForEVER, I was the only person in the world (without a confidentiality clause – like her doctor’s office) that knew her real age. Come to think of it, her physician probably didn’t know – she works in the medical field, and I bet you $10 her chart says DOB: 12/30/?? She finally owned up to her age, but I’m not telling.
My friend Alice has always referred to me as her “older friend.” I have always taken that in stride, playing along and giving it right back to her. I’m all of one month and 17 days older than she is. I had a big weekend celebration at my most favorite spot on Lake Allatoona, with my BFF Tracy as the consummate host, and with friends, all younger than me (except David of course). I held my own, and was quite proud I could hang with my children… I actually stayed up until 3am – gasp! We had a blast! Great friends, great food, great laughs, great surroundings and great fun – what more could a girl ask for? Oops! And how could I forget, great champagne =)
That’s my younger friend, Alice, sitting beside me. My sweet adopted daughter #3, Rachel, captured this moment for me. . . Rachel got the “trooper of the weekend award.” She has a slight fear of dogs. She spent the weekend with six. She survived.
Fifty is great – if you’re 60… but age is over-rated. I will always be younger at heart than the number I am.