A Special Birthday

My sister had a small birthday party for me, it has been years since I had a birthday party, it was really nice.

We were all talking and reminiscing, which I love. I love it because I feel like I missed so much growing up because my siblings were so much older and also because I forget things, a lot(pregnancy really did me in). Anyways, my sister started talking about the night I was born and how exciting it was for her, she was 10. She told me that my mom was washing the dog that day(which we actually have a picture of) and painting a dresser outside(the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree.) It was around 9:30 at night when she went into labor, my dad called my nan who was at a pizza parlor a couple towns over and she rushed over to take care of my 2 sisters and brother. They left for the hospital at 11:00pm and I was born at 1:29(my son was born at 1:29 also, what a sweet coincidence). By this time my father had been chiming in through the outside window so I went out to talk to him, his eyes welled up with tears and he said “he remembered it like it was yesterday.” It was at that moment I realized how significant those few moments of conversation were. I probably heard details before but I had never heard them as a mom myself. My eyes welled up with tears as my heart sank thinking of how much I missed my mom, the women who carried me for 9 months, endured the aches and pains of pregnancy and who loved me for 23 years.

Needless to say the night was extremely memorable. One I won’t forget.