I want to take this opportunity to wish a happy 20th birthday to my mother. Yes, this is a problematic statement, given that it makes her significantly younger than I am, but hey–SHE’S the Birthday Girl, SHE gets to choose her age. (I like her philosophy and plan to run with it whenever my own birthday comes around from now on.)
Although her birthday is actually today, it was celebrated yesterday with a tremendous gathering of friends and family, including a visit by my brother Dan, his wife Megan, and their daughter Harper, who drove all the way from Chicago to be part of the festivities. The weather was perfect–delightfully sunny without being oppressive–and the mint juleps were cold: an auspicious start to her third decade of life.
The steady stream of well-wishers was a testament to how much she’s loved by scores of friends and co-workers, not to mention by this particular daughter.
Happy birthday, Mom.