Today is Aunt Gloria’s 50th birthday.
I asked Tim last night how it felt to have his baby sister turn 50. He shrugged and said it wasn’t any sweat off his nose or something to that effect.
I did note a glint of glee in his eyes, though.That old misery loves company sort of glee.
I, personally, can’t imagine that Gloria is that old. I can’t imagine that I am even older than that.
Sister Tater feels the same way. When we were on the road trip she made the comment that she couldn’t believe how much everyone had aged and wondered if they all thought the same thing about us.
The answer is yes, Tater, they do.
I asked my friend Lillian that after we’d been to a luncheon together in B’ham. Lillian is in her 80s, as was most everyone else at the luncheon. I asked Lillian later if she sometimes looked around the room and wondered what she was doing hanging out with all those old ladies. She laughed and said she did.
It’s a law of nature that the person we see in the mirror is always younger than the person others see when they are looking at us.
When Sister Tater wanted us to pose for a photo together this weekend I made the remark about awful we’d look, given all the other beautiful neices around us.
She said, “Hey, twenty years from now we’ll be looking back at these photos and thinking how good we looked.”
She’s r ight.
Keep that in mind, Gloria.
Fifty might seem old but when you’re 80 it’s going to seem so young…