Sunday, October 9, 2011
This morning I'm already looking at the clock and thinking about this day 33 years ago. I remember the bed I woke up in and I remember getting up to get ready for the day, and how I suddenly realized it would not be a "normal" day. It happened to be Columbus Day and my husband was already outside working on his day off, puttering around the yard at the apartment we were renting. I opened the window and yelled to him. We needed to head for the hospital.
It's amazing how certain days will never be simply memories to us. We store them in special places in our hearts and they become part of who we are. Weddings, funerals, birthdays, graduation - days that mark the time and events in our lives and form the people that we are. With all the nonsense that clutters our brains its amazing that we can be so precise in our memories on very specific ones.
Well...it's time to give my daughter a call now and wish her a wonderful day. But I'll really be carrying her with me in my heart all day long, celebrating her very special life right along with her. Happy Birthday Sweetie!