Sammy, my love, we are growing old. We have now had one birthday each every year, for a mighty lot of years. I’m glad we are still doing them together. Sometimes now you even grunt as you roll off the couch, but you do still get up off the floor without much ritual! Me? I have to move whatever is on my lap, look for something to hang on to with one hand, and something to support the other as I use my arm to raise the rest of my body, all done with age appropriate moans and groans. I say it is because my corner of the couch is too low, has nothing to do with age. Well, the couch is old.
Thanks you, Sammy, for getting up early to pick up branches and weed piles so they could go in the trash today. Thanks for fixing your own breakfast while I spent that extra time with Jadalyn in our morning wake up time. Thanks for buying the groceries. Thanks for taping some news shows while I am here at the library, so we can watch them together when I get home. Thanks for loving us – me and our children, children’s children, and children’s children’s children. Wow!