Today is my birthday, and the answer depends on who in my family you might ask.
My hubby, the only one I did ask, gave an answer that any woman would want to hear – which is why I saved it for last.
Hypothetically, my family would answer this way:
Michael, the Ancient Languages grad student, would say:
On this day two score and six years ago, Béla was thirty-three years old when his wife Sári bore him his fourth child. And they named her Ilona.
Joey, the Math major, would compute:
My mom is 29 x 2 – (3×4).
Jonathan, the Youth Ministries major, would answer:
My mom’s past forty, but hey, she should have fun anyway.
Katie, the 11 yr.old type A female in the family, would say (to me):
Mom, you’re not old. But it is time to color your hair; your gray roots are showing.
And my dear hubby replied singing a George Jones country song:
Your lips stay young and tender just the way they used to be; and because it’s you with your love so true, you’ll never grow old to me. You’re always warm as the sunshine when I hold you tenderly; and because it’s you with your love so true, you’ll never grow old to me. And as the world grows old around you, I’ll look back and see; because it’s you with your love so true, you’ll never grow old to me. Any you’ll never grow o-o-o-ld to me!
Country ain’t so bad after all, though I’d still opt for a new Andrea Bocielli i-Tunes download. (hint hint to my three sons).