Happy 65th Birthday, Mom

April 15th is my mom’s birthday. She’s 65 and I’m 32. So, I’ve been alive almost 1/2 of her life. Crazy! Isn’t there something about that with mom’s and kids? when they’ve been alive that long?

I guess I wonder every now and then what it would be like to be closer (in proximity) to my mom. We’re roughly 3,300 miles away. We talked almost once a week, sometimes more time passes between conversations, but we stay pretty current. I guess I come back to thinking most everything would be the similar. I’d still be me. I’d just have some family to hang out with regularily and share a connection that I don’t share with anyone else. And, that means a lot. It’s never had that strong of a pull though. But it is intensifying. Both my siblings will have kids by the end of this year. I miss my one nephew and I hardly even know him!

My thought for spending more time with them is hopefully going to be in conjunction with some serious traveling in the next year or two. I’d like to spend a month in Florida, then take off to Scotland, or Nepal, or Bolivia, or any number of places.

I kinda wish I could be there to watch her blow out the candles. Or to walk on the beach talking. Eat pizza at Manny’s. Everyone will be there but me this year.

It will be a happy birthday anyway!