|scream and shout/ and let it all out|
"I WILL BE FOREVER YOUNG!"
This year, my momma turned 60. Sixty. Siiiiiixty.
I'm still having trouble wrapping my head around that because 60 feels like, well, not my Mom. Although I can't be counted on for worthy opinions because for some reason I still think I'm in the ballpark of 19 and I really am far, far past that point.
Months in the planning, I'm so glad the party turned out just as I envisioned. 100% of the invitees showed up. Plenty of laughs were had and shared. My cousin busted out her guitar and sang a beautiful rendition of 'Thank You for Being A Friend', to the delight of everyone there above the age of 40. Most importantly, everyone left stuffed - with the spirit of celebration, the joy of togetherness, a six-course meal and a metric ton of cake. Now that's what I consider the makings of a pretty perfect party.
My Mom has, and always will be, the strongest
woman person I know. Despite the ups and downs she's been through, she's not one to ever back down to nefarious people or injustice. She's brave, beyond intelligent and endlessly inspiring. She is a pillar of strength for so many of us around her and we are lucky to have her to hold on to. (Might I add, she's also raised 2 fine, upstanding daughters. Unbiased opinion. Ahem.)
In conclusion? My momma makes 60 look damn good.
ce-le-brate good times, come on!
♡ happy birthday, momma. ♡