When I taught elementary school, one question from students always made for interesting conversations.
How old are you, Mrs. Morris?
I would walk to the whiteboard and write a math problem. The current year minus my birth year. Once they solved the problem, they had their answer.
I’m no longer teaching, but it feels like a new math problem is in order this year.
Our oldest son, Robert, was born on my twenty-seventh birthday. As of today, we’ve shared thirty birthdays.
Simple addition, perhaps. But an answer accompanied by exponential joy.
Happy Birthday to us!


















