Thursday, September 23, 2010

Why The Crying?

Thanksgiving, 1968.

Me (14 months old), my father, my mother and the twenty pound Thanksgiving turkey. Uhh, I mean my brother (2 months old). He is deliciously chubby though, isn't he??

But why am I crying? It can't be my dress, because it's fabulous. And it's certainly not my shoes; I mean, look at that shiny patent leather. Maybe I have a sore tooth and that's why my finger is in my mouth? Or maybe....

Maybe it's because I knew someday (today!) I'd be turning forty-three years old! And the best part? I still have all my teeth; I think even the one I have that finger on. If not, I'm sure my mother has it in a box somewhere.

And that is comforting.


~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
1 YEAR AGO:
From Swings To Eighteen Wheels
2 YEARS AGO:
Fishing Expedition
3 YEARS AGO:
Eggs Of Wisdom Apparently Start Hatching At Forty
4 YEARS AGO:
The Birthday Wagon Train Takes Off Today
5 YEARS AGO:
38 Special

4 comments:

Gi-Gi Roxx said...

Happy Birthday!!

Anonymous said...

OMG, is it your birthday? Or blog's? Think it might be yours .... anyhoo, Happy Birthday.

Back to regularly scheduled comment:

You resemble your mother so much, and you are both striking. Loved your grandmother's elegant senior HS portrait too.

Re why are you crying?

Maybe you did not like the photographer or were interrupted from some crucial toddler work to have your picture snapped.

But wishing all our sorrows were as fleeting.

Cheers.

Belledog

Nina said...

Your mother is beautiful! You look so much like her too!

Katie said...

Happy (belated) Birthday! I'm so behind on all my blog reading since moving... but I hope you had a great day!