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.
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