my mother describes my birth as quick, easy and oh-so nice. that’s because the windows were open on a fine spring day and she could hear the birds chirping my arrival.
i was a bitty one. that might be because for the first handful of weeks of my life in utero i shared my mother’s womb with a twin. after my mother lost one of us in the late first trimester, she stayed in bed for weeks with the confidence that i would survive and thrive (though doctors told her different). i praise God for her stubbornness. well, most of the time.
here’s to another year. and the anticipation of giving forth life of my own.
and to presents. may there always be presents.