Yesterday, for birthday number 78, some dear, special friends and relatives joined me to feed horses and see new baby animals. We enjoyed tiny rabbits with eyes still closed and three new baby lambs. After feeding horses, we shared a picnic feast under oak trees. Perfect weather gave us a nice sun with cool breezes. No one could ask for a better party than that.
My second grandson, Dalton, telephoned to say I am only halfway to the end. Let’s see — that would make me about 160 years old by the time I cash in all my chips. Seems reasonable, doesn’t it? Truthfully, I give thanks for all the beautiful people who charm my life.