You notice I didn't say, "the ripe OLD age of 82." I'm starting to feel it, but I don't think or act that way, which at this time in my life is becoming a challenge.
So far so good.
I could have written a long post about my thoughts at this time in my life, but I decided to write about something that I remember happening shortly after I got married. I've always wanted to write about this, so here goes!
My husband and I got married in July, and my birthday was the following month. In honor of that occasion my widowed mother-in-law and single sister-in-law invited us out to celebrate. Aaron always liked to plan "mystery rides" and his family was the same way. I had no clue where we were going.
I remember it was a beautiful summer day, a great day for a drive and dinner out.
Well, they picked us up and it didn't take too long before we arrived at our destination - A BEACH!
My sister-in-law parked the car and opened the trunk. There, lo and behold was a large pot wrapped in newspaper, the pot was blue and white enamel. I remember it like it was yesterday. When the cover was removed there was our dinner, a very hot roast chicken, potatoes and vegetables!
At first I was disappointed that we hadn't gone to some snazzy restaurant, but after having that delicious meal, in the great outdoors, I appreciated the effort and thought they had put into it
It really turned out to be a very special birthday!
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