Today is my mom's birthday and I just wanted to wish her the happiest day she can have. Last night we toured the birthing center at our hospital for class and it was pretty amazing, the set up they have. And its even more amazing to think about what things were like 34 years ago when I was being brought into the world. Okay, almost 35 years ago now.
Its been an eye opening experience in many more ways than one, this pregnancy and pending birth. I've realized the sacrifices, the discomfort, the hassles and the joy that the baby in the belly represents. I know that P is ready to be relieved of the excess weight and not being able to sleep on her belly. I know that, in a couple of weeks, our lives will change beyond any semblance of what it is right now.
Its hard to really relay just how much I am thankful for from my mom. How much I owe her and love her. Of course, everyone's got a momma that they love (or should love) and everyone is thankful for existing (save those angst ridden teen years when suicide or bloody highway crashes seem more likely than making it to 20 years old.
Thanks Mom, thanks for everything you gave, thanks for all of the hard work you put in, thanks for never giving up on any of us. Thanks for everything you've done and will do.
I wish I were back east so that we could all go to Colatina Exit (the best restaurant in Bradford, Vermont) even though you guys moved so much closer in to town.
Happy Birthday, Mom!
PS I burned my tongue on some coffee yesterday. Damnit.
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