
It's raining tonight. The weather is cool, but not cold. Just enough to need a sweater and a fire in the fireplace.
I was born at 5:23 AM in Ohio. That night was not so warm. My parents had to fight a snow storm to get to the hospital.
My mother always calls me at 5:23 AM on my birthday.
'Do you know what I was doing at this very moment (??) years ago?
I was holding you in my arms and looking into your beautiful blue eyes for the very first time. I love you, Toot. Happy Birthday.' And then she hangs up and I roll over and fall back asleep with a smile on my face.
This birthday call has become a tradition.
She does it every year. Has been doing it since I was a teenager.
Back then she was usually on the road with a band. I remember the first time she did it I was 17 and she was on the road with SuperTramp in England. The next year she was touring with Bryan Adams and had the whole band sing happy birthday to me as she held the phone over her head.
Now she's retired, but she still sets the alarm clock to wake her in time to make the call.
I plan to do this with Cheyenne when she finally leaves the nest.
Lucky for us both she was born at 9:34 AM.
Happy HNT!
See the man,
Os!
*Update- thanks so much everyone. I promise to be around soon. My connection took a dive on Thursday so I'll be around to visit as soon as I can! Sorry about the delay.
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