Officially a Senior.

I remember my 5th birthday well. Chicago 1964, a big new red trike, some Golden Books and a cake. I was happy.

I remember my 16th birthday well. Friends down the road (Thank you Becker Family) threw me a surprise party in their parents camper. We could not have  party at my house as my folks had kicked me out (they had good reason) and couldn’t do it inside the Becker house (we had broken more than one house rule there as well).
I was happy.

I remember my 30th birthday well. Friend Jay rented a limo (totally Jay’s style) and we toured all the questionable establishments in all the questionable areas of Chicago.
I was happy.

I remember my 50th birthday well. Daughter Raven through me a huge surprise party complete with old friends, new friends, an Irish Band, food music and drink. To this day I have not yet looked at the pictures taken that night. Too afraid) but I know…
I was happy.     Maybe too happy.

Yesterday was the big 55. Keith and I were  treated to lunch by my friend Gene, who I have known for half a century, and his gal Carol. Then I was brought back to The Poor Farm where I was surprised to find my kids and all my sisters doing even more clean up duty. Bags and bags of garbage were removed (it never ends) new paths were cut thorough areas for future secret gardens and the endless littering of old tires were neatly placed in one zone.
I was happy.

Today, our four kids and grandkids are coming for dinner.
I AM so happy.