Happy Birthday, Mommy

My Mother is 96 today.

She still swims laps and walks a couple miles most days.

Here's the card I made her, front and inside:

For the record, she was gentle and loving in spite of my many provocations. And Dad didn't have to raise a hand because just the look and the low-key but dead-serious tone, along with assured and consistent commensurate consequences, were always enough to make me rethink if I really wanted to keep pushing.