This week, my Great Grandma Bell celebrated her 95th birthday. (Of course, the cake said, "Happy 29th Birthday, Doris!") Toward the end of the party, I retreated to my uncle's office to feed the punk. There were a dozen of Uncle Allen's beautiful watercolors spread out on his table: red rock landscapes, wheat fields, and rain storms. I could hear my family still going strong in the other room. My man was talking animatedly with my cousin and best friend, and my mom laughed in the kitchen. As I sat, surrounded by beautiful artwork, the happy chatter of my family, and my baby in my arms, I thought:
I am the luckiest girl in the world.
Happy 29th Birthday, Doris!