These next two pictures were taken of me with my parents on the day I was blessed, Dec. 3rd. I still have my blessing dress in my cedar chest. Gotta love my parents groovy clothes. Even our couch has character.
Life's been grand these last 36 years. I'm grateful to be where I am in life right now. When my mom was 36, and I'm the oldest child, I was 15 years old. I can't even imagine having a teenager right now. Sweet Pea and Jellybean are drama enough right now. I thought my mom was ancient, too. Life's not so bad at this age and I'm not really that old contrary to my children's beliefs.
When my mom called me today, she couldn't believe she has a child that is 36. But her perspective changed a little bit when she remembered that, just a month ago, my grandma said she couldn't believe she has a 60 year old child, my dad. I cross my fingers that my mom and dad get to "not believe" that someday. They both lost one parent each very early in their married life. I don't know how I could survive without their support and knowledge and prayers.
Thanks to my parents for "gettin' it on" many, many moons ago so that I could have this amazing journey and wild adventure. Get ready, though - this ride ain't over. The best, and I'm sure the worst, is yet to come. :-)
