I know exactly where I was and what I was doing 30 years ago. I was having my first baby at Martha Jefferson Hospital in Charlottesville, Virginia. I wouldn’t let my husband leave the room and had guaranteed I would hunt him down and kill him if he fainted, as he hinted he might. Smart guy, he stayed conscious.
How lucky we were that day — and for the next three decades. Our gorgeous 8-pound, 2-ounce baby has grown into a beautiful, warm, brilliant and caring young woman. She’s both my daughter and my friend, and I am so proud of her.
In fact, I would say she’s the most perfect child ever — but her younger brother is equally wonderful. My husband and I are so fortunate.
Happy 30th birthday, darlin’. I’ll be seeing you soon.
(Copyright 2012 by Ruth Pennebaker)
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