In the days leading up to her 84th birthday, my mom completed three crosswords each morning, raced us to the Wordle, swam every afternoon, negotiated an auto repair, wrote a poem, played tennis with her feisty friends, took her necessary daily walk and toasted the sunset each evening with a nice glass of oaky chardonnay.
Today she’ll sit for an interview with Blue 58, a Packer podcast.
Tomorrow, she’ll celebrate the big day with a trip to her favorite birthday venue, Disney World.
She works hard to achieve the high standards she has set for herself and, as a result, she leads a very enviable life.
She still loves to ride a rollercoaster; cheers for her beloved Bearcats and Badgers; has never, not once, pumped her own gas; loathes butter and mayonnaise; rides her bike; marches to John Phillip Sousa in the basement of her home; gets more satisfaction than anyone I know from Swiffer-ing her floors; follows the stock market closely and can discuss its daily fluctuations like a licensed advisor; chats with her family members every day.
She keeps in touch with the friends she made as a very young Packer wife more than six decades ago. The ladies regularly dissect current events, players and coaches and remember fondly their times together during the Glory Years.
She remains an active grandparent and happily dispenses advice and encouragement to her large brood.
With the impending birth of the first great-grandchild just weeks away, she will assume a new role this year, and one she anticipates with relish.
Please join me in wishing Grandma Peggy a happy birthday (tomorrow). We can’t wait to see what adventures this year brings you. We’re lucky to tag along.