Remembrances on a Labor Day weekend
Yesterday was my mom's birthday. She would have been 71. Hard to imagine her that old, she will forever be fixed in my mind as a vital, even scary, 50-something. This is the first year in a while I haven't done anything particular to mark her birthday - I worked half the day, went to a couple of barbeques, then returned home to chat online with friends. To be frank, I didn't have the cash to put on a proper ancestor feast. But I don't think she minds. She's probably amused that I worked on a Saturday on my own initiative. If you were my mom, would you think that a sufficient birthday present? :) Considering how hard she worked at trying to get me to work hard, I like to think so haha. Love you all madly!