I celebrated my birthday Saturday, January 31st, and I have to admit…. To me, it was a perfect day,  full of well wishes, special time with special people and lots of singing and dancing on a bar (smile).

But, hands down my most favorite moment is kind of a tradition.  My mother called me around 8 a.m. on my birthday morning to sing happy birthday to me and to tell me the story of my actual birthday.  She tells me about how she went into labor and headed to the Navy Base in Philadelphia (my dad was in the Air Force).  When she arrived late that morning, she said doctors told her I would not be making my debut until late that night.  But she says a little before 2 p.m. she felt a sharp pain and yelled out “This baby is coming!”

She said they rushed her to the operating room and says moments later, I popped out screaming (the doctors didn’t even have to spank me).  She says I haven’t shut up since… lol.  She tells me that story every year, but every  time it feels like the first time.  Love you mom!