68 Years Young

My coffee is going stone cold as I sit here and try to wax poetical about my mom's birthday today. One part of me wants to talk about how beautiful she is inside and out, the other wants to try and figure out what it is about her that makes her tick...

Let's go with the ticking.

I don't think I can remember a time when I heard my mother blaming anyone for anything.

Sure, she gets mad and sure she can hold a strong opinion, but those things don't dominate her. She'll tell you what she thinks and then moves on. She knows you have to make your own decisions and she knows you have to deal with those consequences. But, she'll be there to listen and help you through.

This is a woman who reads. I mean reads. Everything. And all the time. Just give her a book and she'll talk to you when she's finished. That is, if she hasn't got a second book on waiting on stand-by.

She's taught me to be interested in things and people. To search and explore, to try new things, but to always finish what I've started.

Thanks to her, I want to have the phrase, "you're fine" tattooed somewhere on my body.

She's also taught me that being flighty doesn't have to be a major character flaw.

There is so much more to my mother than meets the eye. She comes across as being very calm and unaffected, but still waters run deep.

Thank goodness for that.

I love you, Mom.

And as Typhon and Anouk would say, "Happy Birthday, ticks and all."