Last week, I turned 47 years old. For my special day of minor celebration, my wife and I went to dinner with my steadfast mother in Norman.
While I am sure it was a typical celebratory meal for most people, it was something more for me. You see, it was another year of me keeping my stroke demons at absolute bay. Of course, that survival rate is more than splendid…but, I know one day, the big one is going to happen.
So, I have learned, one more day with friends and family is an absolute luxury…happy birthday to me!