In 36 minutes it will be April 8
April 8 is my birthday
I won't tell you my age
Even t ho some of you know.
I will say when I was 21,
I thought people my age now--
Were, well..OLD.
I'll think of that when I try a new shade of lip gloss...
Anyway, I love my birthday.
Bittersweet in one way-
My dad would call me at 4:30 AM--
Which was the time I was actually born-
Since Dad passed in 2001, I do miss those phone calls-
Dad would tell me each year, how he waited and waited
For mom to have me.
They'd endured 4 unsuccessful pregnancies
Before me. I was their last chance, the doctor them.
Then I arrived on the scene
And I get to have another birthday--
Even if I thought old people got this far.
Right now, tho, I need to go to bed--
Or I just may stay up a few more minutes
And have a couple scoops
Of Blue Bell ice cream--just to get the birthday started
Because anything could happen in 36 minutes...
