haha...Yep...Today is my birthday. Yippee. I'm pretty partial to my birthday since I even try to celebrate it six months from the actual day. The song that is playing is a song that came out while I was in college that I liked to listen to on my special day. haha.
Here are a couple of pix of me as a cute, adorable baby. You probably know that I was my parents' first (and bestest) child. Here are some things I know about my birth:
My parents announced my arrival to my grandmother on Christmas through a gift. My mom got a small wooden box, placed a small baby doll inside and wrapped it up. The note said: "I am coming down to earth to be a part of your family and this is to keep you company while you wait for me." That is what is said more or less. (You can bet that I announced my #1 pregnancy in a similar manner!)
I was extremely LATE. My poor mom carried me 10 months. This was back before doctors induced babies, I guess. Back at the end of June, when she thought she was going to deliver soon, she was picking Strawberries in Hirum, OH at a Stake Farm. People heckled her a bit and suggested that if I was a girl, I should be named "Strawberry Patch Hatch." (Of course this was before you found out the sex of your babies too!) Meanwhile...Mom had to wait over a month more for my arrival.
I have heard stories that my dad was late in getting to the hospital b/c he had to stop at a car parts store. But in his defense, he has always been a fabulous car mechanic that kept our cars running despite their age and condition. I rode home from the hospital in my great aunt's truck...probably held in my mother's arms. (Before seatbelt laws.)
I know that I was loved and wanted and cherished. My grandmother came over daily to "help my mom." But I'm sure she knew Mom was capable and she just wanted to be around me...her #1 grandbaby! I was practically perfect in every way.
While there are probably other stories these are the ones that I know and love the best. Thanks Mom and Dad for being the bestest parents I could ever have!