On this day so many years ago, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, who instantly became the love of my life. As I was in heavy labor and heading to the hospital that was 45 minutes away, it was snowing. Great. Just great. Our baby wasn't slated to arrive for another four weeks, but she had other ideas, and there was just nothing else to do but to head to the hospital in the snow, with me gritting my teeth every mile. It was midnight, snowing, and I was terrified because the timing wasn't right. We didn't have a single diaper in the house. My first signs of active labor were actually signs of late-term labor, so I was confused. I think it snowed two inches that night, and before long at the hospital, I delivered my baby who wasn't even named until after she came into the world. I fell in love at first sight!
Through the years, my baby and I have had our differences, as all families do, but she has developed from a beautiful baby to a beautiful woman, and I miss the daylights out of her!
But back to the whole snow thing. Here in the Midwest, we believe that winter is done for the year along about Valentine's Day...but barring that, surely St. Patrick's Day. Yeah...about that...
Yesterday, on the eve of my child's 39th birthday in Washington, central Indiana got a whopping eight inches of heavy white stuff. Thank the Good Lord I wasn't racing to the hospital to deliver a baby in that mess!!
And what a difference a day makes!
Every surface that was plowed close to the ground is now either just a bit wet, or dry. Everything is dripping. Mom Nature's last blast is on its way out, thank goodness. Cruel trick, Mom N. We've already had days in the 60's and low 70's. What's up with this?? Just keeping us on our toes? The joke's on you. We have 48 degrees and lots of sunshine. Just see how long your blast will keep us down!
In the meantime, Happy Birthday to my daughter. As my life winds down, hers is still bright. That's what it's all about!
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