My birthday month is coming to an end, but the memoires will go on! While I have no pictures of my son Anthony and his daughter Emily, who came all the way from Oaxaca, Mexico, nor a picture of Danny’s son, Dante, all four of my kids and four of my grandkids (plus a newly minted grandson-in-law) made it to my elegant sit-down dinner at Maggiano’s.
Celia made it happen – she also made my red and gold dress out of sari cloth she’d bought me twenty years ago. I have carted it around all these years, because she assured me an event would present itself worthy of the silk.
She was right.
95 years can take a lot out of person. But it can also fill you up with almost a century of love.