was a very good year
On the day of my children's birth a tradition has become
that I tell them in full detail about the day they were born
As they have grown older, I still ask
"Want me to tell you about the day you were born?"
Usually, they just give me a chuckle and we move on. But, if I have them captured in the car or something, I tell them anyway. They act like they don't like it, but I can tell deep down they really do.
I do it for two reasons
1. I don't want to ever forget, ever, how good it felt to do one of the best things I've ever done in my life
Me and God...bringing a soul, a light, and child into this world
2. I don't want THEM to ever forget how grateful I am that God let me and Him
bring a soul, a light and my child into this world
So...it all started out on one rainy fall day...September 26, 1980. I remember thunder and lightening and a few pains. I had a meeting that day but thought I'd drop by the doctor's office just to check. The baby wasn't due until October 14.
When I went in...I didn't go home...I walked myself across the street to the hospital....
well...it's kind of boring if you're you...
but the story has a very happy middle
that brings us to this day
or this day
and this one
and this one
Happy Birthday to the most precious
daughter, sister, mother and friend
a simple girl like me could ever want to have the luck to know