Because I wasn't born yet

My phone rang. "Am I the first?!".  It was Aunt Cindy.  She's always always the first to call me and wish me Happy Birthday.  I had gotten a couple of texts earlier (one from a very dear friend whom I don't see nearly often enough) but I love voices.  I lay in bed. Staring at the ceiling. A dog under each arm.  Do I really have to get older?

The phone rings again. Mitch.  Happy Birthday comes from the other end.  Along with "why won't your Mom talk to you?" Because I'm not born yet. He laughs.  I love the little things my Mom does on my birthday.  One of the things is that she refuses to talk to me before 11:15 am.

Because I'm not born yet.

"Happy Birthday!" comes through the phone again.  Mom this time.  Because I was born :)

Jess calls.  "Happy Birthday!"  My sister gets on my last nerve sometimes, but I do love her.

Another call. Music fills the room and hugs me with warmth. Off key notes with a southern flare to them ring out.  I love it when my Grandmother sings to me.  I hear another voice singing.  Mom is with her.  They are both singing  "Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Running, Jumping Kid and Sweet Pea..."  She says she waited until I was born.


I couldn't have had a better 29th birthday.  Because I was born.

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