Some quarter-century or so ago, I told my sister that the card I sent her on her birthday was the last reminder of her age I would provide. I lied.
I may have let a few birthdays pass unremarked, but after a bit I realized that no matter the protestations to the contrary almost everyone likes to be reminded of a special day in their lives. What could be more special than being born?
So the birthday cards again became a part of my recognition of this person who is important to me.
After a bit more time I realized, and I think the ladies realize as well, that there comes a point where age is a badge of honor, a paean to survival. Now wrinkles, no, not so much, but the number associated with the birthday: that is Okay.
Yet one never guesses a woman’s age, nor does he mention it if he already knows.
Therefore (fanfare please!) I wish my sister, Vee, a very happy birthday today, and a sincere wish that she will accumulate a whole lot more of them, and live happily and in good health while she does so.
Vee blogs here. Drop by and leave your greetings.
Baby Vee posing in front of the
house in which she was born with
her parents and older brother.