“Once I was looking through the kitchen window at dusk and I saw an old woman looking in. Suddenly the light changed and I realized that the old woman was myself. You see, it all happens on the outside; inside one doesn’t change.”
~ Molly Keane
Today is my birthday. I wanted to show you my life in pictures, but all the really good pictures of me must be packed away some place because I couldn’t find them. You would think they would be with all the other family pictures, but apparently someone took all the best ones of me and hid them. I do, however, have some early pictures of me, such as this one when I was nearly a year old.
Yeah, you’re right. I’m darn cute in that picture. I know what you’re thinking, though. You’re wondering if I’m still that cute. As a matter of fact, I am. I know this to be true because my husband tells me so all the time, and I trust his judgment. I wish I could prove it to you, but with those great pictures going missing…
I also used to have red hair, like an Irish setter. Red hair never lasts, and you can’t get it to look natural from a bottle. So yes, I no longer have red hair, but I still have hair, so that’s a good thing. I also still have all my teeth and my original hips and knees. The hips and knees don’t work quite as well as they used to, but they work well enough. I had very little trouble getting down on the floor to play with my three-year-old grandniece during the Christmas holidays. However, my nephew made some rather snide comments about how I looked when I attempted to get up. He did not use the word graceful.
Oliver Wendell Holmes said, “A man over ninety is a great comfort to all his elderly neighbors: he is a picket-guard at the extreme outpost; and the young folks of sixty and seventy feel that the enemy must get by him before he can come near their camp.”
I am not yet that picket-guard, but the extreme outpost is getting nearer. My parents have been gone for many years now, so there is no buffer between me and eternity. Though this day will be a quiet one, I will enjoy it immensely, because each day is a blessing and each breath a prayer.
Oh, wait! Before I leave you, I need to post one more picture of me. This was taken just yesterday. Darned if I don’t still look cute!