I’m writing this on your birthday, although I have been thinking about your big day for a long time.
Not that long!
I can’t believe you’re forty-five. You could easily pass for thirty-five. You take after my side of the family. We always think we look younger than we are. You have my perfect little ears, dark hair, and sense of humor. You aren’t going to like this, but you have what your Grandma Retta used to call, “mad-hots.”
Everybody knows when you’re done, you’re done. Your Uncle Bill has a little bit of a temper too, but you both recover quickly. On the other hand, I never have mad-hots.
You’re smarter than I am by far, but we’re both quick thinkers. If patience is a virtue, then we’ll have to live without it.
I don’t plan or think very far ahead. Do you? They say you should stay in the moment, right? We don’t have Bill’s genes on that one. He has his week planned several weeks ahead of time. We’re more focused on what we have to do next, not next week, or even tomorrow. We work better if we know the deadline. When we’re almost out of time, we make it happen.
You have a wonderful family…so do I. You love spending time with them…I do too. You are a terrific hands-on Dad and you picked a wonderful wife.
I’m happy I’m your mom…I’m your biggest fan. I love you honey. I know you know that…
Happy Birthday! I’m celebrating with you!