Eighty Years

Last week at this time, we both wondered it we would ever be well again. It has been a long slug of time. Michael feels about 85% while I am running around 95%. Rehab went well again yesterday but I had a horrible night of sleep, or rather a lack of sleep.

Madness with happen this morning: shower, nails then out the door to a stop at moms where we will hook up her stereo and put a new grip bar in her bath area, back into the car for an over hour drive across the bay and through a mountain pass to an afternoon party. An 80th birthday party.

Our former neighbor's children are hosting a party for their dad Jay who is celebrating 80 years. We just shake our heads. He has not changed one bit in the over 30-years we have known him. He looks the same. Really. He and Nancy exercise on a treadmill everyday and have watched what they have eaten all of their lives. Jay had never eaten any fast food and, while traveling, he thought he would give it a try. He said now that he had tried it, he would never had to eat it again! They both take no medications. They are amazing.

We love their children and grandchildren so today will be a treat. They asked if we could come early to help organize the food and have a good chat before everyone else arrives. No presents were requested but I am bringing some of my homemade Sugar Glazed Walnuts that they love along with a funny card.

Eighty years. Even in my fantasies, I will never make 80 years. I am hoping, praying and wishing for 70 years. We really want to celebrate our 50th Anniversary together. 2023. That is the goal.