Happy Birthday

While I was in the shower, Mom called to wish me a happy birthday. Dix handed me the phone insisting I take the call rather than to have her call me back. It's quite an effort for Mom at 96 to punch in all the numbers from her telephone card. Well, Mom began reliving the situation from 61 years ago - she was living in Kansas City with her family, Dad was on WWII army duty in Chicago, Grandma was taking care of her; and I am wet and shivering in the shower, probably just like when I was introduced into the world. It was a great way to start the day.