One day this week was August 7th. That won't mean much to a lot of people, but at our house it means the female in this particular house turned
older. I know making the type smaller doesn't really change the effect, but it was worth a try.
I keep saying "it is just another day" and it really is. But in my journal from 2006, a quote I have says
"Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not me, I want people to know "why" I look this way. I've traveled a long way and some of the roads weren't paved"

Some people may know that Lee has written me poems since we were first married in 1960 and living in the Boston, Massachusetts area. In the last 14 years since he lost his eyesight, the poems have been more scarce, therefore they are that much more precious. This morning he brought in my latest poem shown here with some beautiful roses I received from my best friend.
As you can see, the poems come now on large pieces of cardboard, (Lee's favorite writing paper) and they can not be saved in my book, but are saved just the same. This particular poem reads......
-Happy Birthday-
-2008-
August 7th is here again
It's a very, very special day.
How many years have passed?
We are not allowed to say.
But one thing is quite certain,
Something has turned her hair grey.
But don't worry my dear,
It happens to all of us anyway!
Yet with artificial knees & a broken foot,
I am sure you won't run away.
So be happy, look up, & celebrate...
You see I love you, so everything is ok!
Love, Rob
Happy Birthday, Scamper!
Thank you, Rob. I love you.