When I turned 70 a year and a half ago we threw a party.  He and his wife were honored guests.  And he was so impressed with all that happened at the party that he went home and shared it with his mother.  She was so moved by everything that she decided to throw her own 70th birthday party a handful of months later.  And we were invited.  Now his mother is starting to slow down.  He's noticing it more and more.  Things she used to be able to do, lift, move, or tackle, she can no longer do.  She wears out faster.  She runs down quicker.  She's slowed down.  And the aches and pains are multiplying in her body.  It's been a stark reminder to him that mom won't always be with him.  One day she will be gone.  He better appreciate her while he has her.  And then his mind wandered to Papa Jim and Mama Alice.  We too must be living with the declines of aging.  So he and his wife have decided they want to honor us.  They have created a special event at their house just to let us know how much they appreciate all we have done for them in particular, and for uncounted numbers of other Cameroonians.  They want us to feel loved and valued while there is still time, because one day we will no longer be here.  Life is like that.  It has an end.  Well, we're looking forward to Saturday.  Whatever they have planned for us will be special.