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Hi there everybody. What a wonderful birthday!
Thank you for all for sharing your most memorable birthdays with me. That was such a gift.
Most were happy, some were funny, many were heart-warming and a few were just heart-wrenching. I wasn’t prepared for that. I think that sometimes sharing your stories (even it it’s only with cyber-friends) can be cathartic. At least I hope so. I’m glad that you felt comfortable to share it with me.
Now for the fun stuff…
I was so moved by all of the wonderful comments that I had to make another run to Tattered Tiques for more banners. I’ve been keeping Anne very busy!
It was so hard to choose, but here are three that really touched my heart.
My 52nd birthday is one I will never forget. It was only a few months after hurricane Katrina had flooded our home and my husband had recently been diagnosed with cancer and given only a few months to live. His sister was living with us to take care of him during the day while I went to work. Without my knowledge she invited family and my closest friends to help celebrate my birthday. It turned out to be an evening of healing and sharing. Old hurt feelings were put aside and a renewed appreciation of life and our blessings were felt by all. Despite all our troubles, it was the most love filled birthday I have ever had.
My most memorable birthday was my 30th. I had always said I wanted 3 kids before I turned 30 and I was due with #3 the day after my 30th. BUT, I had high blood pressure and they had to induce me on the 1st of the month instead of the 20th. Yay for me! Little did I know how big of a blessing that would become. 4 days later my dad died suddenly. It was the most bitter sweet time of my life. I was very close to my dad. The day he died we had some uninterrupted time at the beach holding new baby (which would have never happened had I gone on time) and talking really deep, really meaningful, sharing and mutual love. It was such a gift to me. We just didn’t know what to do with ourselves for a bit and then a mere 2 weeks later I was turning 30. Again bitter sweet. My mom gave me a bottle of Old Spice for my birthday. It was my dads smell. He wore that my whole life. I still have the bottle and every now and then I open it and go in for a hug. I miss him every day. That little baby carries his name and his love for all things cars, just like his grampa…and he’s now a new teenager. It’s my oldest son who looks just like my dad as a young man. It’s pretty amazing. Tears come at night, but joy comes in the morning. I live there, in that joy spot and I celebrate every birthday loving my dad and staying in joy.
Rosemary, Tammigirl, and Samantha…please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org with your addresses so I can get your beautiful banners in the mail to you.
Have a wonderful weekend, everyone!