Dec 1970
Today is the big 4-0 for me! Is there a membership card for this club - one that officially designates me as older and wiser? I have been up & down about it: brimming with excitement one day and digging my heels in the next. It's only weighty b/c I'm allowing it to be, yet it's difficult *not* to see the glare of 40 years as a milestone-benchmark-line in the sand for what is past, present and future. I have it all jotted down for reflective purposes...I have loads about which to be joyful and pensive in my personal time travels.
However, as the youngest of four, this is one of those birthdays that's much more significant for my parents than for me! My mom asked me to 'please stop already,' and one of my bros said it def made him feel older. My parents both sent the sweetest keeper-cards, and I can only imagine how their hearts must feel as their 'baby' turns 40! I have a hard time wrapping my brain around Peanutman being this age someday...I can't even figure out how he got to be 12! For my 40th year, s a v o r is the theme. Starting right now.
above: Nov 1970 - Nice pattern on that carpet! Seriously love it! Never met a cracker I didn't like either.
below: Feb 1971 - Can't decide if I like my big brothers, the doggie or the lamp in the background more! (Def the lamp!) If Peanutman sees this picture of me, he willl most assuredly ask why I'm wearing a banana suit. Thank goodness I'm not wearing all brown - he calls that a poop suit. See? He can't turn 40 someday...impossible!
