Sunday, July 20, 2014

July 20, 1967

I remember nothing about this day.  I have heard of people claiming to have birth memories, but I have none.

All I know about that day is what I have been told:  that my mother ate at the Farmer's Daughter the night before I was born, then went into labor not long after that.  She was in labor ALL NIGHT LONG, and I was born at 12:46 pm the next afternoon.  Upon my arrival, the doctor announced, "It's a girl and she's a tiger!"

Most days I do not feel llike a tiger. I frequently feel like a pack mule.  Some days I feel like a slug. Maybe my goal for this next year of my life should be to feel more tiger-like.  Rawr.

A birthday card from two of my favorite daughters

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