Today I’m thankful:
twenty-six hours of labor?!
I was so stubborn! 😉

The advantage of having your birthday fall on a weekend is that you get to keep celebrating on Monday! (And, let’s face it — Mondays need a little more joy.) I’m looking forward to lunch with some gals from work and Girls’ Night Out at my favorite wine bar after work.

One person I’d especially like to acknowledge during this season of celebration is my mom. If you don’t know her, you ought to wish you did. If my momnesia serves me correctly, I think my longest labor was 12-14 hours, depending on when you start counting “real” labor. (My water never broke ahead of time, so I considered it labor when the contractions started hitting in regular intervals.) When I’m reminded of my three labor experiences, it makes me even more thankful for my mom’s lonnnng labor with me. I’m stubborn; what can I say? 😉

But, you shouldn’t want to know her just because she endured bringing me into the world. You should want to know her because she’s a generous, loving, amazing woman whom I’m proud to call my friend, as well.  It would take us all day to itemize the myriad ways in which she blesses my life, but suffice it to say that I would be lost without the foundational influence of faith and courage that she instilled in me. I appreciate her so much and wanted to let the world (or at least the few dozen folks who my Dashboard says read this here blog) know that she’s awesome and I love her!