My 32nd birthday kicked off at 2 a.m., with a bout of hysterical crying.
No, the crier wasn't me - freaked out at the thought of getting even older - but LB. Or rather, a scrunched up, angry, unconsolable version of LB.
The crying continued for a good hour, but I managed to be stoical. "You chose to be a mother", repeated my wise, inner voice. The voice of a well-adjusted 32 year-old woman?
Of course, there was a silver lining to this hysterical cloud.
Thanks to LB, I could completely empathise with how my own mother must have been feeling at the same hour exactly 32 years ago: tired, overwhelmed, shell-shocked and slightly annoyed with those friends who told her having a baby would be a fantastically amazing experience.
God has a sense of humour, doesn't he?
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It's not 12 pm yet so HAPPY BIRTHDAY Shirley !!!!!
Mode applause, kisses, champagne and petits fours "ON"
May this new year of your life fullfill your wishes ...
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