Ladies and gentlemen, we are so close I can taste it. :)
But in all seriousness I am a bundle of nerves today. I've got about 3 more cards to finish, some bird feeders to create, and finish the final touches on my artpiece. (Who knew melting crayons would be so fun?)
But as my birthday comes closer I can't help but wonder to myself: why am I doing this? And the more I've pondered about it the more I've realized the reason.
-cue the violins-
My mother is possibly the most blessed women in the world, and not because she has me as a son.
In the early fall of 2011, my mother was admitted to Winchester Medical Center due to complications with her breathing/oxygenation. She was put under almost immediately upon arrival and spent 5 days on a ventilator and another 10 days staying in the ICU.
After 17 total days in the hospital she returned home, spending Thanksgiving and Christmas with our family.
On New Years Eve she was admitted again and spent 19 days in the hospital.
(You see where this is going, right?)
So when my birthday came around a month later, the last thing on anyone's mind was celebrating.
You would think that after enduring that I would be more grateful for my mother and care less about my birthday, but sadly that was not the case.
I distinctly remember being really angry and hateful. This was MY birthday after all. Why couldn't it be normal?
Its amazing how much we can grow up in a year.
So, this year I figured I would do penitent service to offset my terrible mood last year.
Is that a good enough reason?
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