my mum

Once in a while you look at the people you know (or look at yourself) and realize how old they or you are: but most times not, which seems to me to be a good thing.
I can't possibly be as old as I am supposed to be.
My husband is always young to me.
As is my mum, who is 87.
Coming off a trip with her. She went to the Museum of Modern Art, the Frick, Manchester New Hampshire (family reunion), and Syracuse/Ithaca where she visited Cornell, an alma mater. Oh, and had martinis with a couple that we went to Kenya with earlier this year. After packing her on a plane I've been beat these last few days. But knowing how incredibly lucky I am to have had this chance to spend time with her.