Yes, hard to believe it’s the *mrmblbrmbl* anniversary of my mom’s birth! The woman who taught me to love books (not that it was a hard sell, mind you), who taught me that it’s always a good time for pursuing a dream, who has lived with Depression and still always managed to be the kind of mom I can only try to be. Definitely a day to celebrate!
By some strange cosmic coincidence, it’s also her twin sister’s birthday. What are the odds, right?! So happy birthday to my aunt Kathy, too, AND her lovely daughter Faith, who can’t possibly be eleven, because that would just make me feel old. No one who was a baby at my wedding can be almost a teenager. UNACCEPTABLE.
Love you all!
(Also, I believe it’s Spooky Steve’s birthday. Most of you don’t know him, but he’s one of the amazing people that made my work life bearable when I was pregnant and everything sucked. So happy birthday to Steve!)
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