The Day Before 12/17

Tomorrow is the big 6 0 woo hoo…

the first year I will not hear my birth story

from anyone.

Six years since I’ve heard it from my mom.

My Aunt picked up when mom couldn’t and then after my beautiful mother died.

Then my Aunt joined my mom in April.

I will miss those early morning phone calls tomorrow.

My Parents and my Aunt vied for the prize of the first phone call. Truthfully, I told them all that they were first.

I am grateful that I was fortunate to have 59 years of birth stories on my birthday — such a little thing that many have not experienced.

But it was a big thing for my mom – that every year after the early morning happy birthday I heard my birthday story:

My entrance into this world feet-first at 2 lbs 11 1/2 ozs, three months premature, screaming, and stubborn as hell because I survived.

I’ve been stubborn since! Go figure…

Tomorrow I may just take a quiet break and think of my mom, dad, and everyone who are now my guardians.

I’ll think about my birth story and how my grandma Bush always told me that I was her miracle baby.

I’ll imagine the phone ringing at 6am and probably cry.

… and that’s okay.

I will be crying tears of gratitude,

because never once did I doubt that I was loved.

XO Lisa ❤️ living a gratitude filled life!

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