When I was younger I tried in vain to be like my friends. I tried to be as smart as Elaine, as pretty as Donna, as talented as Marie, as athletic as Betty, as sweet as Rosalie. It seemed like I always came up short and I never could figure out why. Turns out God expected me to be the best Mary I could be! Took me about forty years to figure that out, but since then I’ve had much better results. Still tweaking. Still trying to smooth out the rough edges. Still trying to get a bit closer to the goal of healthy, happy, wise, and wonderful. But I figure I might have twenty to thirty years left to get it right!
BTW, Gary asked me last night if knew what time I was born. I told him no, I’d have to look at my birth certificate. The only thing I know for sure is that I was the main attraction at the hospital for at least a week. “I want to see the big baby!” was the universal request. 11 pounds and 2 oz. My claim to short-lived fame.
Have a great day! I will!