Today is my mom’s birthday. Due to health situations, we weren’t able to celebrate in person today. (We live about 90 miles apart.) Hopefully later this week we’ll be able to be together to celebrate both of our birthdays.
My mom spent her birthday when she was xx years old (sorry, can’t give away confidential info) in labor for me. I didn’t make my appearance until the next day when everyone involved decided that I was apparently a stubborn little child and they pulled me out. (Hey, I have the gift of discernment. Even then I knew what the real world was going to be like, so why rush?)
Here’s a favorite picture of mom when she was a little girl.
Thanks, Mom, for giving me life and being a bright part of my life.