Saturday was my mother’s birthday. I walked into her room about 9am to bring her to breakfast with the family.
Me – Happy Birthday to YOU! Happy Birthday to YOU!
Her favorite nurse’s aide – How old are you, Maria?
Mom – I think I’m 85, but I feel 16, maybe 17.
Me – Really? Wish I felt young like that.
I start packing up her oxygen tank and she says – Don’t bring that damn thing. It makes me look old!
In the car we talk about when she was young(er).
Me – How old were you when you met Dad?
Mom – Met who?
Me – What did you guys do on your first date?
Mom – Your father took me to the park and we necked.
Me (giving her the look) – You necked on your first date?
Mom – What? You don’t think we smoochey koochey’d?
Me – Not on your first date!! Did he get to second base?
Mom – We weren’t playing baseball!!!
Me – How long did you date before you got married?
Mom – About a month.
Me – That’s all?
Mom – He knew some other boy would ask if he didn’t. I was a catch, you know!
Me – Yes, Mom…You were definitely a catch!
At breakfast, I wanted a picture with her. Here are a few…