She’s 50 today and she doesn’t look it. She has gardening muscles and a humble and sweet spirit. She’s a good woman and a good mama. She is a good parallel parker. When I was younger, she taught my sisters and me around the house, the kitchen, and the garden. It’s hard being far away from her because I know we’d have such fun being in the same city. We’re a lot alike and can talk and talk or cook or knit or read or sew or hike or sip coffee or whatever together all day. It was fun being a little girl in her care but it’s great being a sort of grown up with her too. And I’m happy it’s her birthday today. Because she deserves celebration.