It was 60 years ago today

I was born on January 22, 1949. Amazing. Well, not really, but of course it feels amazing for me. Some of the decade birthdays feel worse than others. This one is not so bad. Seventy? Forget it.

My mom was 26 years old in 1949. My dad was 30. I was another girl (that made 3 for them), what with my mom and dad each having a daughter. I didn't think about what a disappointment that must have been until way into my adulthood. How cool were my parents not to give out bad vibes about that.

I made it to 60, so I have outlived my mother. That's a relief. Someday I'll look in the mirror and see a face older than the face of my mother. Wonder how I'll feel about that. Becoming my grandmother.

I'm feeling great. Keeping off 50 pounds. No aches or pains. No complaints. Well, of course, the big one.

I celebrated on Sunday with a bunch of friends. It was fun and it was good. People said really kind things. Sort of felt like I got a sneak peak on my own funeral . . . sorry, that was a bit gruesome.

I got myself a very cool gift. A crystal and silver pendant, in which I put tiny pictures of Miranda and Kyle. It was a very perfect birthday present. I can carry their image with me wherever I go. A very comforting thing for a mother.

So those of you younger than me? Don't worry. Sixty is perfectly fine.

Thank god for hair color.