On May 22, 1965, I got the best gift ever. It fit perfectly (and still does). It still works. In fact, the more I use it, the stronger it gets. I almost lost it last year, so now it is even more precious. Forty-nine years ago, my mom and dad gave me life in the human form. (Granted, they purchased the gift nine months earlier… but I don’t want to get technical.)
Several years ago, a wise man taught me that the people who should be getting the card on my birthday were my parents. Since then I have acknowledged my parents every year at this time… sometimes with a card or letter, sometimes with a phone call or a shout out on Facebook. My dad isn’t on this plane anymore, so I have to believe that he “knows” I am grateful when I put it out there. My mom is still vibrant and healthy, so this year my birthday card to her is this blog post.
Mom, I am so grateful that you gave birth to me and raised me to become the person I am today. I am quite happy with my life, so you must have done a good job. I know that I was placed in this family because you had things to teach me. As I have in the past, I will continue to strive to become all I am meant to be. In the meantime, know that I love you and I a grateful for everything you have given me.
Happy Birthday to Me!
