Over the hill? Into the sunset?

Whatever the cliche, when you accumulate a lot of birthdays, it can be a little depressing. Of course you're happy that you're still HAVING birthdays, but it's difficult to reconcile that large number with the twenty-year-old you feel you still are. I had one of those high number birthdays today, and as much as I was dreading it, it wasn't so bad. People I love helped ease the pain.

Jimmy and I had planned on being in Marsh Harbour for the great event, but his pneumonia put an end to that. I think this is the fifth time we've had to cancel our plans to go there in the last six months.

Jackie and Mary and Max and Elizabeth (Jimmy couldn't go) took me to the Cajun place downtown because they know how much I love crawfish, and got me a gargantuan plateful. (The scrapbook is in the background, but more to come on that in a minute.)

Jackie and Mary gave me the most wonderful scrapbook that Mary made, and I'll always treasure it. Mary has been spending hours and hours at our house going through old pictures and memorabilia, but I thought she was making something for Jackie.

My other babies, Max and Elizabeth, gave me one of their wedding pictures in a beautiful frame, and I love it.

It's hard to believe these handsome men are my two sweet little boys: they're already older than I'm supposed to be. Life can be so strange.