Today’s my mum’s sixtieth birthday!
She was supposed to be a Christmas baby, you know, but she got a bit impatient. Instead she arrived to this world shriveled, with nary an eyelash or eyebrow to be seen. Good chance hers was a face only a mother could love. Of course, it didn’t take long for her to turn into the cutie patootie we know and love today . . .
And she just kept getting more beautiful, with each passing day . . .
I’m pretty lucky to call her my mama. The more I’ve aged, the more our friendship has grown true. As a matter of fact, looking at old pictures of her and her friends, it looks no different than when we hang out . . .
OK, maybe the styles have changed a bit, but other than that, totally the same.
Personally, I hope this is the most delightful decade yet.
So to Debra Kaye, Happy 60th Birthday!
Here’s to you and laughter and the best of shenanigans in the coming years . . .