To me...
the day that I was brought into this world.
My birthday has always held a special meaning to me...other than the obvious...it was my Great Grandma's 80th Birthday in 1982. It was Mother's Day...which can be either a mean thing to do to my mom, making her go through pain on Mother's Day, or the best present ever! You choose.
This year if my Great Grandmother were still living would be 109. How fast even the last 9 years have gone. I remember how much I thought of her as I turned 20. She would have been 100 (I know you can do math, but I'm still apparently needing to tell you anyway). She did not make it to that day...I was about 6 or 7 when she left this world. I was living too far away to go to her funeral.
But every birthday I have I think of my Grandmother. She meant so much to me, though we had brief interaction. She was a strong, amazing woman who raised 4 little girls after being widowed. How much that strength has seeped down the generations. How proud I am of her and what she was able to accomplish in her life.
My mom said the day I was born that she disliked driving, but she made the trip to see the little great granddaughter that shared her birthday.
My mom almost made it on her birthday as well...only missing it by 2 days. So May is a very special month to our family.
As my birthday begins, my mind goes back to the day that my sweet Great Grandma came to see me in the hospital. The chubby 11 lbs little red head that had just begun her journey. How blessed that baby would be throughout her life. How watched over and cared for though at times she did not realize.
Today, I am...
my Great Grandmother's Granddaughter who just turned 29...
Happy Birthday Grandma!
