My mother turned 88 today.

We celebrated with a party at her assisted living home.

A church choir sang “happy birthday” and hymns.

She had a “Happy Birthday” helium balloon attached to her wheelchair.

She wore a Harley-Davidson cap and a Harley scarf. Amy and I gave her a bottle of Chantilly perfume — the brand my father always gave her until he died in an industrial accident eight months after I was born.

Happy Birthday mom.  Every one that we can still celebrate with you is so very, very special.