Happy Birthday To Me!
Well today is the 29th anniversary of the day that I traveled from my mother's womb into open space. It was a snowy day. One that I will never forget... actually never remember. It was a Monday. Mom had gone to her OBGYN that morning for her check up. The doctor told her that if she hadn't gone into labor, they would induce it on Friday.
That late afternoon on Monday, February 13, 1978, mom went into labor. My uncle Charlie, was going to babysit Mike and Debbie. Dad had to shave before he could even leave the house. Uncle Charlie paced the floor in frustration, fearing that mom would deliver me right there in the living room waiting on dad.
On the way to the hospital, my parents stopped by their mothers, my grandmothers. Grandma Leister wanted to stop the car and get the police. My mom shouted at my dad, "Don't you dare stop this car!"
They finally got to the hospital. I was born before dad had mom registered at the front desk. They called me my mom's little valentine.
Here we are, 29 years later. Next year, I turn 30 and I am fearing that. It is like reality is hitting that I am soon leaving the "young" category. I guess I kinda still think of myself as young and spry. I remember when I was a kid how I thought that 30 was old.
Tilden has pledged his support for when I crack. I know definately that I will be one of those guys who go through a mid-life crisis.
Anyway... not to just randomly change the subject... I will be posting some picture or images from my high school. Memories I treasure. This in memory of Josh. Carey, a classmate of mine, contacted me via email this weekend. It was great to hear from her. She echos my guilt that it takes a death of a classmate to reunite us a class. I want to make contact with as many people as I can. Wish me luck.
I will survive.
Wayne
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