Thirty Years … Or More …

Today I turn 31 … eep!  

Further down this page is my first blog post of this nature taken from my 30th birthday [ie: when I was young and carefree].

With each passing year of my life and child added to my life*, my own mother’s life and sacrifice appear stronger and more amazing.  

I’m so thankful for my dear Mom – always and especially today.

My mom with all four daughters, July 2010, North Carolina

*Yes, “another year” and “another child” have practically been synonyms here. Very funny.

Today I turn 30… [moment of silence over my impending ancient-ness]

In all seriousness now, my children’s birthdays are so much sweeter and more poignant to me for my own memories of watching them enter the world and holding their precious little bodies for the very first time.

Thirty years ago today, a young woman who had waited nine months (and many years before those months) held her infant for the first time – being sure despite skeptical nurses that the baby would have red hair.

She then proceeded to pour the best of everything she had into that little one … for the next thirty years.

Thanks, Mom.