No way can I be 66! And yet, my calendar, and all my official records, proclaim that I was born May 23, 1947.
What a wonderful and blessed life I have had so far! Today was really a special day, with cards and phone calls and Skype with loved ones.
This morning my hubby of 47 1/2 years gave me a sweet card (I don’t know how he keeps finding such wonderful cards), and a beautiful Pandora charm that he picked out on his own. Love it!
We drove to one of my favorite restaurants, Brio Tuscan Grill, for a wonderful lunch.
Later in the afternoon, a surprise delivery arrived from my son’s family (who have recently moved far, far away): a gorgeous bouquet of a dozen roses, in a vase with a picture of my son’s two “children” (who are now almost 20 and 18)!
I was quite enamored with the beauty of the roses, and I got a little carried away with photographing them. But, rest easy—I deleted about 20 of the pictures!