3 Feb 2010

today is the seventeenth anniversary of my birth. a day that i get to pick what's for dinner, i get showered with gifts, and basically get a "get out of jail free" card. but what for? seventeen years ago to the day, what did i do? without being graphic, i'll keep it simple - i made the life of my parents harder than it was. the fact that they kept me around and provided for me is miraculous to me. so why am i the one being praised today? and in fact, being told "happy birthday" is kind of weird when you think about it - it was the day of my birth, but my MOM'S birth day. so really, i should be celebrating my mother today, thanking her for doing everything in her power to make my life as easy as i could. she was my personal cabby for the first sixteen years and three-hundred-sixty-four days of my existence. so here's to you momma, thankyou for being amazing and such an important role in my life. i owe you. happy birth day to you.