Today is my birthday. I am 51 years YOUNG. Ha!
I want to give a big shout-out to my mom, Elva Hasty Thompson, who carried me for TEN months [hey, great things take time] and was bedridden for most of it, trying to manage a 2 year old Tasmanian devil [my brother].
Then on July 4th, 1962, she finally got to see me, although it was a close call. I had the cord wrapped around my neck. Fortunately, I had a terrific doctor, Curly Watson, who was still delivering babies at 100+ years. At 100, he was just assisting. In 1962 when I was born he was in top form. I am one of a large but privileged group of Augustans known as Watson Babies.
In addition to a remarkable doctor, I was fortunate to have brilliant and loving parents, and a wonderful brother. I am also blessed to be part of a HUGE family, on both sides, and I joke about having "5,000" cousins but it's true, and I know most of them, and like them. Even the ones I don't much like, if they called me and wanted me to bail them out of jail in Tijuana, I'd do it. That's what families are for.
I am also blessed to be a mom to Alesia and Michael. God chose the perfect children for me.
Now for a few photos of me:
HOPE ALL Y'ALL HAVE A HAPPY AND RELAXING 4th!!
