birthday.

On this day 20 years ago my mom was "trying to get me to come all day". My Dad took her on a walk and then later she was having bad contractions and called the doctor and said it could be false labor, which apparently can hurt just as bad. Her friend called her and said she'd had her baby and later her water broke and she was off to the hospital as well. The Dr. that was supposed to deliver me was busy when I was ready to be here so Dr. Tutt delivered me instead. My mom told me all this, plus a few other details that I didn't share, this morning when she called to wish me happy birthday. I'm thankful that she remembers that even though there are periods of time more recently that she can't remember at all. Maybe that's one of the reasons that this story was so special to me today or maybe it's just cuz I'm sentimental and the story of your birth on your birthday is kinda along those lines. It's funny, before today I told everyone that I wasn't ready to give up my title as a teenager but now I feel I am. It's going to be different, twenty just sounds a lot older than 19, but it's another year of, hopefully, many wonderful experiences and memories and learning.