Fine Wine - my darling, Darlene

Just a reminder.

Women are very much like fine wine. We really do improve with age. I wouldn't trade by wisdom for anything. I am truly grateful that I know longer need the approval of all those I meet. It would be nice but certainly isn't necessary.

Only with age does a woman realize that other people's opinions don't matter all that much. We needn't worry what they think about us cause most likely their not thinking of us at all.

It's enough now to walk into a room knowing that we're looking our best. We don't need admiring glances and false compliments. Again, it would be nice but certainly not necessary.

Only with time do we blossom and become the very best us. I know this to be true because there are those fascinating women in my life who only continue to improve with each birthday.

My darling, Darlene is among those woman. They are smart and brave and have endured things that young woman can't imagine. And having endured every kind of disaster and loss, they remember what's important and they remember how to smile and they remember how to keep going.

And that is far more impressive that anything a bunch of grapes can accomplish.

So celebrate and enjoy. Treat yourself with kindness. We'll teach the next generation of woman what true grace and style really is.

And remember, I will always picture you standing on a hill, your hair blowing in the wind and you... to proud to chase after it.

Happy Birthday, darling, Darlene.
With love.