No, I'm not talking about Lincoln's birthday. I'm talking about Dotdot's birthday! My sweet Campbell loves to talk about holidays. In particular, she loves to discuss how we would rank them from favorite to least favorite. She always starts her list with my birthday. I asked her once why she picked my birthday over her birthday or Christmas and her answer was: "Because your birthday is the day that made it so you would be my Mommy and you're the best!"
So, today I am stealing that rationale to wish my Mommy a very Happy Birthday! While the message is probably not as sweet coming from the (borrowed) mouth (or in this case fingertips) of a 36 year old as it was coming from a sweet 6 year old, it is nonetheless sincere! I hit the jackpot in the Mommy department. And while I probably wasn't as wise at six as Campbell is to recognize the vital role my mother would play in my life enough to truly celebrate her birthday, thank goodness her birthday exists and I do get to celebrate it with her every year because it's a reminder of how lucky I am to have shared this life's journey with her.
Mom, you've been my rock through bad hair days in middle school, mean girls and rotten boys in high school, bad college decisions, even worse post-college (too young) marriage decisions and much more. You and Dad have anchored me when I felt adrift and hugged me when there was no solice but love. On the flip side, you've helped me realize what a gift life is and gave me a happy home to grow up in (and come home to daily) - a home filled with the healing and levetating powers of laughter. Your example is the one I follow as I seek to forge a lasting, loving foundational relationship with Campbell that will carry us both through the turbulence of the teen years ahead. If Campbell loves me so much that my birthday is her favorite holiday it is only because I learned from the best mother out there!
Happy, happy birthday! I love you more than words!