Eighty Nine and Feeling Fine!

Today is my father's birthday. He is eight nine years old. I am blessed to have two parents that are healthy and happy. I forget how old they actually are because of how they live their lives. They do everything on their own without any assistance. They shop at the mall, eat dinner out and have even added a weekly trip to the new casino to their repertoire. Truth be told, they have more energy than I do. When we go to weddings, they do not want me to drive them because they think I leave to go home too early.They like to stay until the music stops. I think leaving after the coffee is served is sufficient. My sister and I refer to them as the "kidz", spelled with a z at the end. It just seems cuter that way. It makes me laugh when my parents say that they do not like to be around old people. I ask them, "How much older can someone be if you are 89"? That has become a running joke. I hope to be celebrating at least another ten birthdays with my parents. That's not asking for too much.