Fifteen years ago, this girl made an entrance to say the least. She took me out, while coming out. LOL, thankful the doctors brought me back and I was able to see the face I had been waiting to see for 9 months. Through all our bad days, I’m more excited for a great days! We laugh, joke, argue and cry together. But this is the first person to call me “Mommy” and I’m proud of that. Proud of who she has become (
an asshole, just like her mom) a good hearted and kind person.
Soon she will not only be driving me crazy, but driving around these streets. Happy Birthday Xaria!! I love ya!!
Another year of life!! How blessed am I? These last two birthday have been difficult for me to get all the way in the mood. May has lot going on, Mother’s Day, my birthday, and then my mothers. I feel weird, because on Mother’s day I’m reminded that she is no longer here and then a week later I celebrate the fact that my mom gave me life, then and the end of month its her birthday. It’s a lot of mixed emotions.
I decided that she would want me to enjoy my birthday. She would usually watch my kids so I can hang out with friends, so why not continue on with that enjoying the life she granted me?
So I choose to celebrate! Celebrate her and myself, without her I wouldn’t be possible. I will celebrate us every year!! I hope you are pleased with my life thus far. I know we ha rough patches but we love each other through it all.