Well, this is special.
It's not every day you and your family get to celebrate someone's 89th birthday.
If you are blessed with having a parent in your life for that long, you might know how I feel.
My mother embraced technology and owned a computer before most of her children did, and her grandchildren asked to come over to do their homework on it. She is a talented editor, an organizing queen, and at one time she knit like a pro and was one of a few braillists in Canada to translate music for the blind. She spins circles around us all in Scrabble and this cruciverbalist speeds through crossword puzzles, Sudoku, and does a fine job with Jeopardy questions every weeknight at 7:30 (don't phone her then).
I'm in awe of her remarkable and unwavering love for my father, her husband, the guy she's been married to for nearly 70 years after he asked her to wait for him when he went off to war. That whole "'til death do us part" thing was put to the test after my Dad had a serious fall last year that immobilized him, and she nailed it - with patience, care, and love.
I love my Mom for her smarts, her companionship, her strength, her wisdom, her practicality, and the unending love and support she continually shows me and my family. She is truly an inspiration I am lucky to have.
So today, I'd like to honour and celebrate her, because that's what matters most.
Happy Birthday, Mom!