I am not quite old plus a week. So last week I turned old. Most of the people in church laugh when I say that. We had a great party, mostly put together by my sister from out of state. She had a little help from a church member with organization and a few folks pitched in at the last minute with serving and clean up. There were about 60 people. It was WAY cool. And the cards from folks who couldn’t come where way cool, too. I didn’t want the day to pass as just another day. It didn’t. And I am so glad my sister is my sister.
She got my mom to put together two poster size collages of pictures from childhood through fairly recent. One guy, looking at young childhood pictures of me, said, “Wow, you look like SportsQueen in this picture and you look so like the Entertainer in this picture. And they don’t look that much alike. How about that?” Yep, those are mine. And we look alike and not alike all at the same time. Funny thing is the same could be said about them and their dad.
And the same could have been said about me and my mom and dad. But there were no pictures of my dad for anyone to see. Or anyone on his side of the family. I was struck by how much my mom put together the stuff that was important to her. Most of it was important to me too but there were huge gaps related to the important stuff for me. Only one softball picture, no basketball at all — I lettered in basketball. Only school choir, not church — you know, where I got to be Mark in Celebrate Life (and Jesus). No pictures from church camp or youth group.
She had a picture of my 16th birthday cake. It was a driver’s license with a Mazda RX7 (I wanted a 280zx, she could only remember that it had both letters and numbers.) Hotwheels on it. Under the Hotwheels was the real car key for the Gremlin I actually got to drive. After basketball practice, I came in the backdoor, like always, and I walked in behind my friends who were looking at the front door. I said “surprise” and scared them while they waited to surprise me. I really loved that!
For my, turning old party, we made huge pots of Texas chili and had so many compliments on it. I couldn’t believe how many people said they loved the chili.
I. hate. to. cook.
Compliments on the chili? and a bunch of people to eat it? whoo hoo! happy birthday!