32 years ago today my mother was probably holding me close admiring her newest miracle from heaven. Perhaps she was counting my tiny fingers and tiny toes. Perhaps she was wondering what I would look like in a few short months or even years. Or perhaps she was just sleeping after giving birth only 2-3 hours earlier knowing she needed her rest to deal with a newborn and almost 4 year old in just a few days. I doubt she was dwelling on the pain of labor at this point in the night because she was finally holding that miracle that she had waited 9 months to hold.
32 years ago today my daddy was probably grinning ear to ear because he got that daughter that he never thought he would have. Knowing my daddy, he was probably announcing the birth of his newest baby girl to everyone he passed in the hospital hall even if it was 11:20 at night. My daddy has never met a stranger! Or perhaps he was dreaming that one day he would walk this tiny baby girl down the aisle.
After giving birth to my own children, I look at birthdays completely different. Why is it that so much emphasis is placed on the child? I labored and birthed those girls. They should be buying me presents on their birthdays!
Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way on my own children's birthdays though because their birthdays are definitely a celebration of life. Birthdays celebrate the miracle of babies, and birthdays should remind us to be thankful to God for yet another year on this beautiful earth.
I am thankful to both my parents for bringing me into this world! Thank you for laboring for me Mother! And thank you, Daddy, for putting up with Mother while she labored! :) I can hear my mother laughing now.
To celebrate my 32nd birthday, I had lunch at Journey's End (an all-you-can-eat southern cooking buffet) with my favorite girls, hubby, my parents and Aunt Mable (my mother's sister) and Uncle Loyd. My parents treated hubby and me to lunch, and they had to pay full price for my meal, but I did get a $5 gift card to redeem at a later date because it was my birthday. As usual, our lunch date was an all day affair. I left our house this morning at 11:30 a.m., and I didn't get home until 4:30 p.m. My parents have always loved to find the restaurants farthest from home! Of course, like them, I'll drive miles for a good meal.
Then this evening hubby and I went out to see an 8:05 p.m. movie. I literally have not seen a movie in a movie theatre since the summer I was pregnant with Annabelle. It happened to be the worst movie ever back in 2006. We saw "Idiocracy," and I haven't let hubby down on picking that movie out. It was so bad that both of us thought to ourselves that we should just walk out in the middle of it to catch a different movie, but neither of us ever said anything, so we both suffered through an awful movie.
This evening we saw "Grown Ups." It was either "Grown Ups" or "Toy Story 3," and I chose "Grown Ups" even though I knew absolutely nothing about it. I was just in the mood for a little comedy, and more cartoons wasn't going to cut it for me! We both ended up liking "Grown Ups." It was a pretty funny movie.
Grandmama and Granddaddy watched the girls while we were gone. I nursed Sophia before I left and then swaddled her and placed her in the swing. She was asleep when I left, and she is still swinging and sleeping at 11:59 p.m.
We stopped by the Cold Stone Creamery directly outside the movie theatre after the movie in hopes that they gave away free ice cream on your birthday, but apparently that wasn't the case, so we walked out. I wasn't about to pay $3.29 (I think) for a tiny cup of ice cream when I can buy a whole gallon for less than that!
So all and all I had a wonderful birthday! It was awesome to spend it with those I love the most!
Hubby, Annabelle, Sophia, Grandmama, Granddaddy, Aunt Mable and Uncle Loyd - Thank you all for making my 32nd birthday special!
Just for the record, I still feel 22! Okay, well maybe not 22, but I'll keep telling myself that because it makes me feel younger. Perhaps that is why I still want more kids. Actually that has a lot to do with it. I am afraid to let go of my child-bearing years because then it means I may actually be getting old. Right now I am still vibrant and young. 35 years old will probably hit me the hardest since childbirth is considered "high-risk" for testing reasons at that point in the game.
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3 comments:
Happy Birthday once again! That buffet sounds SO good! I'm glad you had a nice day, complete with date night. You are so funny....walking out of Cold Stone. I would have done the same thing...probably not before Audrey was born, but definitely now. I loved your insight to how your birth affected your parents 32 years ago to the day. I'll bet most, if not all, of it was spot on. So sweet. And, for the record, you could still pass as a 22 year old. I'm in denial of our age, too...time goes by too fast and I want desperately to hold on to the younger years. They say that 30 is the new 20 and 40 is the new 30 so we have plenty of young years left! lol
Oh heck, I wrote out this nice sweet note and the computer ate it up and failed to process it. Must have been too sweet for its digestive system.
Yes, I remember it well. But lucky for us we forget so much of the bad things that happen when we give birth,like the pain. That's the only way generations continue. We need that memory loss, I suppose.
Daddy was one proud daddy once it sunk in that he did indeed have his sweet little girl to complete our family.I was pretty happy, too.
I'm glad God picked us to enjoy the good and bad things with you. Bad, as in your surgery at four years old. We have been so blessed over the years having you as part of our family.
If you didn't belong to us I would have picked you had I been able.
Thanks for being such a blessing in our lives.
Keep up the good job you do with your girls. Maybe someday they'll appreciate you.
Love you bunches and bunches.
Happy Birthday! Sorry for not writing you sooner--my days are all jumbled together since the move on Friday. I hope you had a fantastic day! On a side note, I am in denial of getting older, even though I know that we really are quite young.
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