30 years ago, at almost exactly this time, Granny stepped through the door to stay with the kiddies so that Dad could take me to the hospital to have you. I had woken up having contractions and we knew the day was here. Poor Dad. He had just come down with a cold/flu and was feeling miserable. But excited, as everyone was, that your arrival day was finally upon us. I sat at the head of the table, timing my contractions, while Dad drove the kids to school. Granny took a seat next to me, patting my hand, barely able to contain her happiness.
That, Lisette, was the beginning of your birth day.
And a few days later, as we parked in the driveway, Dad asked if he could hold you, if he could be the one to bring you into the house to meet your family.
30 years ago. Nobody could have guessed that 30 years later, I'd be writing a "post" to say Happy Birthday:)
Good-bye 20's, hello 3rd decade :)
A 30 yr. old who no longer dons mohawks or bruises and walks through life on her own two feet.
Yes, sometimes life is messy. But messy can be beautiful if you tackle it well.
Lots of cultivating and patiently watching as your garden grows.
And how better to celebrate turning 30 than to have your "pet" with you today ")
You fill our lives and we will all drink to you, Lisette. To the one who always goes over and beyond the call of duty when it's time to celebrate almost anything that is Good, True and Beautiful in our lives.
Happy Birthday, Lisette! And this fool says so, too.
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Happy birthday, you old dog!
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