Fifty-eight years ago on March 9, 1958, I was born on a Sunday night after Bonanza. Dad insisted that he finish watching his favorite cowboy TV show. So, that means I am the year I was born. And yes, I am a Sunday's Child. Truly blessed.
On Monday of this week when I went to school, I discovered that we were not having school on Thursday or Friday due to the girl's basketball team making the State tournament. Yay for basketball! So today, my birthday, is like a Friday. I can dig it!
Here is an old pic with my friend, Dawn, whose birthday was yesterday.