My birthday was yesterday, y'all. Yup, I'm a Halloween baby. Well, not a baby any longer. I'm 53, the same age as my mother when she died. The months (and years) leading to this birthday have been filled with sadness and reminiscing about my mom. When she passed away I knew that she was gone way too soon. But, the closer I got to her age, the more I realized how truly young she was and how much life she had a head of her. So while I don't love looking older, I'm grateful that I'm getting older. I love it, for me and for her. I know she would have loved to see me at this age, so I'm going to make sure I make the best years yet.
