For years when I was younger (like, the teenage years or so), I couldn't stop thinking my mom was 39. Something about that number, I'm not sure what, just stuck with me. It might be because we threw a big surprise party for her 39th birthday, and the general ado about the whole thing emblazoned the number on my brain. Whatever it was, people would ask how old she was and I'd always be like, "Thirty-nine. ... No, wait... " And then I would have to do some math and realize that, holy crap! I was off by four... nine... thirteen years.
Now, I think it's not so bad. I know how old she really is, but I like wishing her a happy 39th birthday anyway. So a very happy 39th birthday to my beautiful mother - I love you, Mom, and I always will, even when you're... 39.
Leave a birthday wish for my 39-year-old mother!