In a simple, vintage way, without fanfare, it was stated..."A baby girl arrives".
With a colorful, vintage style baby announcement card it was shared with family and friends that I indeed had arrived. My mother tells the story that she grew up with seven brothers (she was the oldest), and up until the moment that I was born, her doctor assured her that her little BOY would soon be arriving. Thus, the fact that I was their first baby and I turned out being a little girl, she was elated.
She wrote down every little detail that could possibly be shared about me, including all that I ate at each meal and how many times I brushed my teeth as a toddler.
I had a happy childhood and so many special memories. I was given two brothers and two sisters. And I was the self-appointed "mother" that kept them safe and alive:) (their stories are endless and embellished a bit, each time they are told). You know, it all seems impossible to me that here I am 57 years later...
...as a grandmother to little ones like I once was. Today, I treasure each moment. I thank God continually for His undeserving grace, mercy, and care in my life. I thank God for my journey on this earth, and for the family and friends who help add joy to my days. I am thankful too for all of you who visit my blog and allow me the privilege of sharing my life with you.