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.
“Every one that we can still celebrate with you is so very, very special.”
Absolutely, Doug.
Happy birthday, Mom!