Thirty Years …

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.