This past week marked my Mom's 90th birthday. My sister and I were so happy we could see her. Until that point, no one was allowed in the assisted living center where she resides so it was a game time decision whether we could see her or not. Thankfully, we were good to go.

I asked her how old she thought she was but she did not know. When I told her she was 90, she looked at me with that incredulous look I remember growing up. Every time I did something she didn't approve of (which was quite often) I received that look.

Ahhh some things never change. Happy Birthday Mom!