You may notice that Margot referred to ‘our birthday’. Yes, we share it. I recall my dad telephoning from New York City to our home in Connecticut to wish me a happy birthday and tell me that I had a sister for a birthday present. On that day that I turned six I learned about sharing.
Except for one birthday, when my sister’s party got in the way of mom driving me to ice skating with friends, I have loved that Margot and I have the same birthday. Two years ago, when I turned 80, we had a big celebration at the Wayside Inn. Last year Jim and I celebrated, just the two of us. Today will be another perfect celebration. Ruth offers me the motherly love that I received from my mom when she was 101. I’m grateful for my good health and happy to support my friend.