On March 4th (3/4) I turned thirty-four years old.
Anyone who knows me, knows that I claim and celebrate the entire the month. I love everything about my birthday. The month reminds me of the love my parents give and the sacrifices they made for me. Birthday parties throughout the years some of which were wild times.
My mother often tells the story of my birth (especially on my birthday). How it was nothing like my older brother's, how they had to fully sedate her and nearly (accidentally) smothered her with oxygen (she laughs about it now). It reminds me of the good times and the troubling times I've had throughout my life.
When talking to an old friend about my many birthday festivities she said "I'm glad you have joy". It made me stop and realize all of the reasons I have to smile, all of the support I get from people who truly love me...how truly, truly blessed I am.
I too am glad I have joy. ~ksp