Happy Birthday to me

Every year, on this day, my mothers brings me daffodils. She says they are my birthday flower and who am I to argue? Aren't they cheery?

I am a big fan of birthdays and think one should always take time to celebrate. It is, after all, the one day each year that really is all about you. In my case though, I think my mom deserves to celebrate too. I have always been told that I was born after 72 hours of un-medicated labor! I still have a hard time thinking about that, especially now that I have experienced labor and childbirth myself.

I think I was born before the "natural" childbirth revolution, at least the version that happened in more populated areas. I remember in the early '80's my mom would laugh a little when folks asked her if she had us via "natural" child birth. She would say "In the small town where I had the kids, that's all there was!"

I had a big post planned for my birthday, but I'm not feeling it. Don't get me wrong, I have had a wonderful day. Lots of good food and good company! Too wonderful actually to interrupt it and blog.

So, I am going to go back to enjoying the last bit of my birthday. I'm nearly finished with V's new socks, so there will be some cute sock pictures soon...