Happy Birthday, Mom!

It's my mom's birthday today. I won't tell you how old she is, but she's at that age where she looks like my mom most of the time, but every once in a while, I catch a glimpse of her holding her right arm at a slight crook or leaning a little forward as she walks, and I get afraid that the woman I know and love will grow into an old woman and then go moldering in the grave long before I'm ready to let her go. Have birthdays, Mom. Many more birthdays. And we'll celebrate them together as the defiant 'fuck you's they are to our eventual mortality.