Birthday Girl

I had a sad story with a happy ending.

I found out I was pregnant in July
of 1980 on a Tuesday. On Friday of that same week I separated from my husband and moved with Travis into a (1) bedroom apartment. Fast forward (8) months and a move to a (2) bedroom apartment and a new baby girl that come into the world on Easter Sunday and you have the makings of a real love story.

I loved this little girl before she came into the world. It was a sad time for me but I had a reason to keep going and stay happy. . . . I was going to have another baby! She was beautiful,
and I learned early, even though she was young she had an "old soul". I asked myself many many times in the years she lived in my home, just who was raising whom. She has many admirable qualities. When I grow up I want to be like her! She is an awesome mother, and a great wife. She is a devoted daughter and sister. She is patient, kind, generous, thorough (to a point of be obsessive) and witty. She loves her family (even though she admitted that if we weren't related she's not sure she would hang out with us.) She is a great cook with "super sensitive" taste buds, she can ferret out tastes and spices in lots of recipes. She's not afraid to tackle projects that make me tired just hearing about them. She's spiritual, and funny, and honest (don't ask for her opinion if you can't take it - she once told me that "Mom, wearing spandex is a privilege and you are abusing it.")

She is 29 today and the TICK TICK TICK of the clock has started!!