In less than a month, the three of us in this picture will join our friend in Paris to celebrate our 60th birthday. Okay mine anyway. Last week we went hiking together in Tuscon. It was a perfect hiking day and though we could have all gone longer the sun was hurrying us along before it set for the night.
As I look at this picture, I don't see a 60 year old woman. I don't feel 60. Except on those days when I do. Knees remind me that I am after an hour's hike. Our fourth hiking companion and I enjoyed shoe shopping. That she could even stand on these torture chambers was a miracle.
I've been blessed with really good friends. They are adventurous, well read, fun loving and loyal.
2 comments:
I suspect you all have a little cuckoo on your breaths.
looking good ladies! you don't look 60 mama. you've got those good tonita genes.
i hope linda bought those shoes....very real housewives of orange county.
also i want to go on trips every few weeks with my friends/family. i am really jealous of you right now. wanna pay for my flight to AZ this weekend? had to ask.
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