Mamaw lounged in her robe on the back porch, feet up on the ottoman, sipping coffee and reading the Post & Courier. Today was her birthday! Eighty years of living . . . Who'd have guessed it? She felt she'd earned the right to be decadently lazy today. Her past was behind her and she'd lived a full life. She didn't like to think her best was behind her as well, but she was realistic that this might be true. Still, it was a blessing to live long enough to see your children grow and prosper and procreate and to witness another generation carrying the torch. As it was a curse to outlive your children, your husband, your friends
by Mary Alice Monroe
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Mamaw enjoyed a relaxing birthday on her porch, taking in the moment with her coffee and a newspaper. At eighty years old, she reflected on her long life and felt a well-deserved sense of laziness, considering her past accomplishments. Although she hoped her best years were not fully behind her, she acknowledged the reality of aging and the bittersweet aspects of longevity.

Despite the challenges of outliving loved ones, Mamaw found joy in witnessing her family's growth through generations. This milestone brought her gratitude for the life she had lived, filled with both blessings and heartaches. She appreciated the richness of seeing her children thrive and the continuation of her legacy through their children.

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