This month, on the 29th, is mine and my twin sisters birthday. Lets just say, without actually telling our age, that my sister Nay says she is 39, but I claim quite a few more years, since I’m happy to say that (knock on wood) I’ve made it this far. I figure I’ve earned every year.
On the third of February, my oldest son turns 21 and it hardly seems possible to me. Kids grow up so fast. One day they are learning how to tie their shoes, the next day they are leading their own life and don’t really need you anymore. Okay, that isn’t exactly true since my son moved back home last year. This is fine by me. It’s hard for a seasoned adult to find jobs and make ends meet. He’s trying.
We’re to get together with my sisters and one of my brothers and his fiance for the birthday celebrations at my moms house, on the 27th, which will be nice. I stay most weekends with her to help her out anyway, so I’ll be able to get things ready. I’m excited to see the family. We live quite some distance apart, and it’s hard to get all of us together at the same time so hopefully the weather will be alright for us to travel.