It has been a whole year since I informed all of you about Martha’s birthday. Well, this morning marks another one. She deserves every gift she gets.
Except the first one I gave her this morning. It was a heart attack. Or at least the beginnings of one. I presented her with a REAL gift as soon as her pulse rate got back into the normal range.
This in no way gives her a pass for all the torture she put me through in church or other “quiet zone” activities through the years.
I spoke with my Dad this morning, and told him, “Happy Birthday to Your Daughter!” He laughed and said he was thinking about it yesterday. “It seems like just last month,” he said.
“I got to the hospital just as they were coming off the elevator and I just cried. The nurse asked what was wrong, and I told them, ‘That’s my baby’”.
Happy Birthday, Martha!
Friday, February 22, 2008
Posted by aA at 7:24 AM