48....

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Tomorrow morning I will wake up and be 48 years old.
How old is that?
Old enough to know better,
Old enough to know love,
and friendship.
I've had a good 48.  I want at least 20 more.
Jack said to me in the car yesterday,
"I hope you live long enough to see my children, and be their Nana."
I told him I hope I do too pal, but if I don't I will be an angel watching over you as you are a great Daddy and husband someday.
No sad stuff.

What are the highlights of my 47th year?
Married nine years,
Two daughter got engaged,
My boy survived the second grade and in the end... He was successful.
I watched Jack grow up, he is a boy now, He is private, gets embarassed, has friends, plays sports, TALKS a BLUUUUUUUE streak!
I remember the days I swore he would never talk.  Then GOD intervened and here we are.
Andy became Mayor.  ... ? ? ?
I have some really good dear friends.
I haven't been able to say that for quite some time.
I have friends that I trust, I admire, that make me laugh.
My work is fine, I get a paycheck, I enjoy my students, (most of the time) and maybe once a month, I feel the ding of (I changed them).  That sounds grandiose and self absorbed but it is true.
I do get to help change peoples lives.
I received the teacher of the year award.
Jack received first Holy Communion.
Missi graduated from college..
We went to Florida on a family vacation, and again to New Mexico to visit Rick and the gang.
We went to NYC, Philadelphia, Baltimore, Jersey shore.
I have been physically healthy, my heart still banging away in there doing its job.
My children, husbands and mother are healthy.
Saw John Mayer in concert.
Got a new car.
47 was a good year.
We lost Michael this year.  Knew it would happen eventually, but watching him fight so hard these past few years I never imagined it really happening.
he is running, jumping, swimming, riding bikes, driving fast cars in heaven somewhere.
Checking out Hooter girls.
What about 48?
Alot of wedding planning.  third grade for the boy, new job for the Bitty girl.  Maybe even an apartment for she and the Bman.
Andy will hopefully continue to hold things together in his work/mayor/coach/husband/father/ema director job././
I will try to keep intouch with my friends more.  Find the time to be with them, that is where I feel my best.
I will spend more time with the girls.  They will be married women soon and dear old mom will rightfully be a second thought.  I need to soak them up as much as possible.
Thank you to all that have been reading along, all these years.
My friends that I see and dont see, I love you.
My family, you make it happen, my heart beat, my lungs breathe, my eyes open.
Jack-because you are the center. My center.  What tethers me to this planet.
Happy Birthday Suzie, You are alright.


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