You Know You're Fifty-One When:

You admit you wish you were an ice skater and your daughter looks you over from head to toe and... just smiles.

You try to put your reading glasses over the reading glasses that are already on your face.

You bemoan total calorie intake and your husband states, “ It’s okay -- it’s the gift that keeps on giving!”

Your 12-year-old dog (that's 84 in dog years) can out walk you, but SHE has to potty 3 times in 1/2 hour and you don't!

Masterpiece Theater is your favorite TV show.

You receive an AARP invitation in the mail the day before your birthday.

Cream of Wheat is your favorite breakfast cereal.

You call the Internist, the Dermatologist, the Gastroenterologist, the Opthomologist, and an Orthopedic Surgeon all in one day. (no joke!)

Your bicycle has a padded seat and a wicker basket.

You feel twenty-years-old inside, but the mirror on the wall tells a slightly different story.

You climb the stairs, your heart beats a bit faster, when you go back down, you feel it in your knee.

You can boast having five PERFECT grandchildren.

You pick up the phone to hear "Happy Birthday, dear Gammie" sung by the sweetest little voice on the planet.

You hear, "It’s okay, Grandmothers are suppose to have gray hair."

Your house stays clean and quiet, but you miss the clutter and clamor of children.

Your children think you might really know what you were talking about after all these years.

Your husband's kisses are a bit sweeter.

You have precious memories to last a lifetime.

"The older the violin,

The sweeter the music"

Happy Birthday to Me!