Ninety-four and Counting

 Ninety-four and Counting

This past week, my mother celebrated ninety-four years on this earth. While she used to frown on birthday parties, she has grown to appreciate them. 

Good thing. Mike and I invited a few members of the family and a couple of her close friends for a light lunch. We decided on cupcakes instead of a cake aflame with ninety-four candles. 

There was a fifty-year span between the youngest guest and the oldest. And…FYI… Mom wasn’t the oldest person in the room, either!

No balloons. No streamers. No noise makers.

             

Instead? Lots of food, good conversation, thoughtful gifts, and laughter. Lots of laughter.

I know how blessed I am to have my mom live near me. We enjoy walking in her neighborhood, playing games, and Friday night cookouts at our house. Hey…Mike grills a mean hamburger! 

I love it. I am fortunate to have her around to go shopping, grab something at Burger King, and laugh about…well, anything and everything.

For her birthday celebration, Mom wore her “Ninety Years and Counting” sweatshirt my oldest daughter, Allison, made for Mom’s ninetieth birthday. 

“I figure I could still wear it,” Mom told me. “I’m still on the ‘and counting’ part.” 

Keep counting, Mom. Keep counting.

If you are still blessed to have your mama around, give her a call. 

Or better yet, give her a hug. 

And Here's one more pic from the day!

Mom and my sister-in-law "freeze" at church, so Karen made sure to get Mom a warm wrap!