Yes it’s true, I’m blessed and humbly grateful to be celebrating another birthday but more excited to be turning 40!  As much as I love celebrating the birth of others, I usually find myself on an emotional roller-coaster when it comes to my own.  Not to mention the fact of getting thru the holidays without my grandmother (who passed away the week of Thanksgiving when I was 18).

Each year I always find myself thinking on the story I was told of when I was born… for starters I was born 3 months pre-mature (and during those times that was severely critical, even today sometimes it still is) with an incubator as my home.  Can you imagine a newborn baby born under those conditions?  Not to mention hooked up to various machines & breathing tubes….oh my goodness!

Oh wait, and did I mention my mother was on 16?  I know too much information but here’s my point.  Although she had her family to see us thru and as the years come & gone God truly blessed us both along the way.  Even though I have two other siblings, it puts a smile on my heart to know that as I’ve grown I was lucky enough to witness first hand my mother not only graduate high school, but college (a bachelors, two masters and then a doctorate) and the most difficult time was when she was diagnosed with breast cancer, boy that was one scary journey.

So of course I know I’m get on my daughter’s nerves because I’m always sharing stories with her about my life before she was born…LOL!

I wish I could share with you more about my life story…hmmm maybe writing a book wouldn’t be a bad idea?  But year after year on my birthday I always take a few moments out of the day to reflect on what “could” have happened, what “should” have happened and what “did” happen all on a winter’s day 40 years ago; two days before Christmas!