It's my mama's 61st birthday today. I cry when I think about how old she is. Don't get me wrong, I don't have anything against old people. I think I actually get along with them better than people my own age. It's just that I know she's getting older... Does that make any sense? It's like I see how weak she is getting, and I fear that someday she won't be with me anymore. That would be terrible. I get teary eyed every time I think about, so we won't... It is her birthday after all!
We had an interesting day yesterday as we (my brother and I) took her to the dentist. Today will be great though! I'm going to buy her all of her favorite foods, and we'll eat til we can't anymore. :)
Happy birthday, Mommy. I know you won't read this, but I had to tell the world how much you mean to me. I love you.
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