Today last year, I blew my birthday candles wishing for a baby. I didn’t think I’d be so lucky or so lucky so soon. But within weeks of my wish, I learned I was expecting Allie. Needless to say, thirty-six was a very special year. Allie not only gave me the gift of motherhood but she helped me feel joy again - pure and unadulterated joy that I had lost after my Dad’s passing. While thirty-seven greets me with a cloudy brain, sleep-deprived puffy eyes, a flabby belly, and probably half the amount of hair I had last year, I look forward to experiencing every moment of it in my new role as a mother.
Happy Birthday to Me
in Personal
