Okay I guess this will be my shoulder to cry on... and for the next 365 days I'll do my best to write every day.
I'm not sure just how I'm feeling about my 50th birthday. Seems kind of strange.
I never thought I'd make it to 25 much less 40, so with my birthday looming upon me I'm trying to reflect back on the last 47 years..
I can remember making mud-pies in the back yard of Iola; having my foot cut by the lawn mower(according to my sister I was 4 going to be 5); going to Iola thru Tomball to get a "tombalt"(malt); going to town with Papa on Saturday mornings; staying with Mema & Pawpaw out on the river(Brazos); David playing basket ball using a coffee can for a basket; Mema and the pullup quilt square in the living room; Pawpaw's baby blue Dodge Dart, & the white 66 Chevy Impala that he drover after we went to Egypt;
Oh the list is long but I'll post a little everyday...
Don't know what tomorrow will bring, but I'm ready for it. I don't feel 50, but I'm very apprehensive about the next 30 days.
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