A dear friend sent me a birthday card in which she said, "Birthdays are really about the mothers, you know." She and my mother were good friends and she knows that I've now had 15 birthdays since my mother passed away.
I had been managing this approach to 40 fairly well until I read that.
So I'm thinking about my mother today. Thinking that she would have enjoyed seeing me turn 40. Remembering how I foiled her attempt at throwing me a surprise party when I turned 16 and how if it weren't for the saving grace of Jesus Christ, I'd probably have to rot in hell for ruining that for her!
I think I will long to hear her voice for as long as I live. And I'm grateful for the hope and promise that I will one day.
Still there are no regrets. No need to wonder if she'd be proud. And I'm going to enjoy today (and this entire year) because I know that's what she would want me to do.
But my friend was right. Today is about her. My story begins with a husband and wife who conceived a child. Then at 12:28am, March 28, 1972, in a hospital room in McKinney, Texas, Phil and Donna became dad and mom.
You sure know how to make this soon-to-be-mom all teary! There are an awful lot of folks who are very thankful that your mom became a mom that day. Happy birthday! I hope it's been wonderful!
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