today is my 47th birthday. november 15th. its a warm tropical day. the rain is falling.
my mother would tell me this story of the day i was born in 1961
she'd say "your father was calling everybody on the phone saying margaret had a baby girl and she's a blond!"
dad would always wake me up in the morning to sing "happy birthday to you". he'd say "someday you'll wear silk stockings".
I love you mom and dad. I'm the surprise that God sent.
miss you always.
