I've copied Amy and posted a "to do" list on my wall - hanging it with gray duct tape not blue painter's tape. I've been working madly for 2 weeks to get everything done for our appraisal this Friday and I am supposed to be using this free morning to continue racing down the list. Finish ripping up the water damaged floor boards by the water heater....cover the spot on kitchen floor that Brandon says is black mold....scrub the stairs.....scrub both bathrooms....weedwack the back yard....really the list is endless.
I woke up with great intentions but after a relaxed breakfast, enjoying the sunshine with my morning coffee and talking with Randy I'm not so well intended. I made the mistake of sitting down to catch up on blogs and then I caught the blog bug. My blogging happens infrequently, not because I can't think of anything to write - but because I can't find the time to write it. So here I am, coffee in hand - sunshine pouring in the windows and no grandchildren claiming my attention YET -
I just called daughter #1 to wish her a happy birthday and I told her that today proves my point. Yesterday I planned to set up the family birthday party outside but the weather was too iffy. Cold, windy rain for most of the morning made me change plans and move the party inside. How odd - I couldn't remember a single birthday celebration for Michelle that hasn't been outside in too hot degree weather. Wait a minute - yesterday wasn't her birthday - today is. Today is a gorgeous, perfect summer day - sunny and 70 - just like the day she was born.
So I'm feeling sentimental - my oldest child is 34 today. 34 years ago her dad and I were waiting impatiently for her very slow and laid back arrival. It took me most of the day to even realize that uncomfortable feeling in my back was actually labor and then it took her another 24 hours after we arrived at the hospital to make an appearance. Even then she wasn't at all interested in meeting us - when my doctor finally got back in town Sunday night he started the pitocin drip and made the decision for her!
Our 1st baby...a total and complete miracle...the most beautiful baby we had ever seen. We loved her the minute we saw her and we never stopped. Michelle is the first of my three beautiful, beloved daughters and I am the luckiest mom in the whole world.
Who cares about a stupid old "to do" list when I have moments like this to savor.
3 comments:
It doesn't help that I am listening to the sad song on the Mamma Mia! soundtrack while reading this. After I finish crying we are off to buy my baby his first real bicycle, because he is now a big boy! BTW I will be checking on 4-1 for a very touching, tear-jerking memory of my birth! Love you!
Thanks Mom. My lunch today was fantabulous, and I loved my card. This blog was just icing on the cake!
What a coincidence...I was listening to The Winner Takes it All when I read this blog! Yeah...it adds to the tear factor. Beautiful blog mom.
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