|From left: My grandmother, her daughter (my Aunt Marianne), Aunt Marianne's granddaughter Della, and my cousin Annie|
I look at this picture with great pride and a twinge of envy. I did not have my first child until I was 30. My sons are Irish. There is an infinitely high possibility that they will be living at home until they are 50.
I'll be lucky if one of them buys a dog before I perish.
So I will continue to look at this photo and try to think positive thoughts.
And pray that I look as good at 92.