Today is Mum's birthday. I cannot tell you how irritating it is to my sister and to me too, that we, under our chemically assisted, stunning locks, are hiding more grey hair than she has, and she is 83 years old. It is a major irritation.
We are so blessed that she is fit and well (apart from the cold) and way more mentally adept than we are at the moment. She remembers everything. EVERYTHING. Sigh. The genes must have gone awol when we were born! The next stage, people, is when we are mistaken for sisters. You will be the first to hear about that, I guarantee.
I have mentioned before that I am lucky enough to come from an incredibly close and supportive family. What I may not have mentioned is that without the mother that my sister and I have been blessed with, this family may have been entirely different. We do not understimate your influence on our lives, Mum.