It’s hard to believe this picture was taken 40 years ago today.
And that my mom was the same age in this picture as I am today.
She was 52 and I was 12.
Today we’re celebrating her 92d birthday.
We’re not celebrating the arthritis that has robbed her of mobility, or the loss of hearing and vision, or all the symptoms that go along with congestive heart failure and kidney failure. All the things that can happen when you live into your nineties.
Because these bodies of ours, miraculous as they are, just don’t last forever.
There was a time when birthday celebrations in my family included dinner out at the honoree’s choice, usually McBride’s for a steak. There were presents to be unwrapped and Hallmark cards to be read. And of course there was cake.
But we’re learning that the best celebrations are simply about presence. Little things, like
Being at home.
Making it to the bathroom in time.
Finding something to eat that still tastes good.
Looking at old pictures.
Playing with Chester.
And if we feel like it, riding to Sonic for a strawberry cream slush.
Being thankful for another year of being together.
Thankful those glasses and collars and hair went out of style.
Not a minute too soon.