I was born four days before my mom’s 25th birthday… her very own birthday gift in 1979.  So, for all of my life, our birthdays have been closely linked on the calendar and in our hearts.

She was ever careful to make them separate events, assuring that we each received our own celebration.  (Except for my 13th birthday, when it made sense to have my slumber party on her day, July 28. Very gracious of her to give up her day in lieu of yet another day for me… but we’ve tried not to make that a pattern. After all, from whom do you I think I learned this love of birthdays?? She loves them too, and her birthday gets its own sticker on the calendar and multiple venues of celebration, unrivaled by anything else on that day.)
Happy Birthday to my mom.  The true Maker of Birthday Celebrations.
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