Happy Birthday Mom!

I post this photo of my tulips for you, Mom.
James thinks that the year you are is who you are. Of course 5 is important to him now, but he is constantly pointing out the number 35 and 36 to Myron and I. House numbers, hockey jerseys, etc. Hard to tell him that I don't REALLY want to be reminded so often.
Every now and then he sees a '92' and claims that is Grandads age (it's not). I don't think he knows your age, Mom, because he hasn't mentioned it. He may ask today! Hope you have a great day in the garden!