30 days and counting…. (#1)

I am still struggling to accept the fact that in less than 30 days, I will turn 30 years old.  October 19 will get here all too soon.  If only I could look forward to turning 30 the way I looked forward to my birthdays as a young child.

I am not sure why I am struggling with this number the way that I am.  My staff members kind of giggle at me at church as I fret over this number- this 3rd decade.  But I seriously am having a difficult time surrendering to this new number.  My hope is that through blogging over the next month, that I will begin to embrace this new decade.

To kick this off, I thought it best to reflect back to the time it all began.  October 19, 1984- well, it actually begins a day earlier.  My mother worked a full day of work on Thursday, October 18 and stayed home from work on Friday, October 19 because of back pain.

A little tune from 1984.... 

Around 5pm, she decided she was in labor and they needed to go to the hospital.  On the way to the hospital the wheel bearing went out in my family's volvo.  Just imagine, you are in labor with your first child and your car stops working- I can only imagine the panic they felt.   Lucky for my parents, they were able to stop and borrow a car from friends to finish the 25 trip to Greensboro.  Only a few short hours after my parents arrived at the hospital, I arrived.  At 9:49pm my parents welcomed their first child into the world.  I was the first grandchild on my mother's side and the 6th on the father's side (youngest by 12 years).

I realized when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.
-Mitch Albom

The fact that my mother stayed at home for the majority of labor seems about right.  For those of you who know my mother you know she is a strong woman.  Her strength has always inspired me and others around her.  She is strong and determined- there is very little she cannot do.  I often remind Drew when he thinks I cannot do something on my own, 'you know who raised me, don't you?'

To be honest, my Mama is my hero and it all started the day she brought me into this world.  I love you the most, Mom!

My other hero- my GrandBecky- who loved me with her whole heart <3