A Breathless 95th Birthday.

Well tomorrow is the big day. July 20, 2020. I will be 95. Bread was a nickel and gasoline was eleven cents when I was born.

My big birthday party was held yesterday. Grand daughter Joy and two boys drove four hours. Grand daughter Katie and daughter stayed for the night. Katie's husband Justin drove the jet ski. We had a nice group of nine. I got all kinds of attention and love. I was made to feel important. Bless them all! I have attached some photos below to give you an idea of party day. It was a wonderful day.

My heartfelt thanks to all for the cards and the Facebook happy birthday wishes. I love you all. Thanks to my daughter Kerry and her husband John for planning and hosting my birthday party.

Just a word about my breathlessness. I can only take a dozen steps before I am winded and have to stop for a moment and catch my wind. I suspect one of my new meds (recently prescribed might be a cause) but I am sure that the tumor in my left lung is a cause. I had no idea that being breathless could be so uncomfortable.  Back to the drawing board.

I do not know these people!