Two years ago today, on my mother’s 58th birthday, she sat by my side in the delivery room while my first girl was born. Between contractions she took my hand and asked, “What are you complaining about? You’ve got this bed all to yourself with an entire medical team waiting on you hand and foot. I’m the one to feel sorry for. What a migraine!”
Happy birthday to the two ladies who drive me craziest: Eva and my mom.