Fifty years ago today a young lady called her sister and told her she was having "the pains" every two or three minutes and her sister told her that that meant it was about time to go to the hospital. But instead this lady made her husband breakfast and he ate it up and knowing her, she probably even tidied the kitchen.
And then they drove to the hospital.
And then forty five minutes later, her first baby,
Happy 50th birthday Mommy.
Thank you for talking to me on the phone every single day.
Thank you for taking Alice to Kohl's like it was an emergency last week, when she told you she wanted Twinkle Toes shoes.
Thank you for sending me a text message that just said "I love you Erin" yesterday afternoon when I was not acting very lovable.
You are like my sister and my friend. I'm so glad you are also my mom.