There might be a point, possibly right past middle age, where it could be impolite to broadcast a woman’s age. But once you turn 90, it’s definitely time to be proud. Trent’s grandmother celebrated her 90th birthday on Sunday and we were happy to celebrate with her.
Tate Arthur is named after her husband, Arthur, aka Honey, so I think he holds a special place in her heart. Before we even left the hospital with Tate she had dubbed him “Little Honey”. They met for the first time on Sunday and spent most of the afternoon snuggling together. The snuggling combined with a family lunch of fried catfish and hush puppies? That’s a great birthday at any age.
Here is a woman you would expect to be much younger – active, sharp as a tack, flawless skin. Anyone would be lucky to look this good at any age. She’s proving that 90 is the new 50.
Many happy returns of the day Grandma.
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