While birthdays are always a time of celebration for the birthday boy or girl, it is a time reflection and gratitude for the mother. I never wake up on a “birthday” without saying a little prayer of thanks for my children and the joy they bring into my life. There is also a wave of nostalgia that sweeps over me as memories of days of birth flood my mind. I remember a card that Aunt Ruth attached to one of the myriad of gifts that she welcomed Heather to the world with—it said, “On this beautiful, spring day a new baby has blessed our lives.” I try to remember Heather ushered in Spring in California, even though today the thermometer in the car reads 15. She has continued to bring the hope of springtime into our lives for the past 29 years.
And then there is Andy, on a day never to be forgotten in my life, I always remember the great lesson that sometimes in our darkest hours, we have no idea of the joys that lie just around the corner. Andy has been riding “shotgun” on the ride of my life for twenty-six years now and what a trip it has been! Happy Birthday number one and number three—I will be thinking about you all day today!
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Thanks Mom. I ordered this 15 degree day just for the occasion. Thanks for doing all the work on Feb 1, 1982, and for six more birthdays after that.
What a nice tribute! I think I wake up on birthdays and worry about all the things I need to do for them that day and probably forget to remember the first birth-day...thanks for reminding me to remember more!
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