While I was taking advantage of the long weekend by taking a nap, I was surprised and woke up by my wife’s calling me. Suddenly, I realized that summer had already come before I knew it.
Under her pressure, I’m leaving home for my old friend, Kathy’s, birthday party. The following are the lines printed on the invitation which I got from Kathy’s son, Christopher a few days ago:
“we have decided to celebrate this 3-quarters of a century milestone. If she continues to roller-skate two or three times a week, we expect to be doing this again in 25 years. Just letting you know, in case you cannot make this one.”
Kathy, who turns 75 this year, always looks like a teenage girl, always cheerful and a face beaming with a smile, whether 25 years ago or now. While she, my wife and I all know very well the wrinkles of life in our faces which have been plowed by the past 25 years, she is really a teenage girl even now. My wife, who chats with Kathy about dancing, singing and life for a while whenever she sees her, seems about the same age.
Today, Kathy’s two sons and daughters-in-law were so excited, which looked very good to me. It was a part of grace which Chris said before dinner: “Today Mom turned 75 and I wish that we’ll have the same party 75 years later…”
And, there were Kathy’s real friends, young ladies and in their mid- or late-seventies and Korean War veterans in their late eighties. What a young man in his mid-sixties who was listening to their chatters could and should do was only taking pictures for the birthday girl!
