Birthdays...One With US, One Without

Eight years ago today I was filled with so much anticipation, you can only describe it if you've been there. Tomorrow, May 19th, is the birthday of my first born. He was due May 12th, but apparently was quite comfy in there. My induction started at 7:30 am. I had him by c-section at 7:44 pm. He was 10 lbs 2 oz, 22 inches. My "peanut" was as cute as anything I could imagine. My MIL and SIL were there (my family was at my sister's wedding; yes, I was talked into an induction on my sister's wedding day, can you believe it? It's one of my very deep regrets.) and they were almost as thrilled as we were. It was such a special time and one of the many happy memories I have of Mom.

Today is my MIL's birthday. She would've turned 72. My eyes still fill with tears when I think about her; I miss her so much. It's been four years since she passed away. We found out in January that she was full of cancer and she left us on March 14th. It was too fast; we were all a bit stunned, to say the least. The Lord couldn't have given me a better MIL. She was amazing and I could probably spend a long time bragging about her, but I will just say she was a strong, loving, and compassoniate woman. There are many days I feel so weak, ready to cry and quit, and I think of her; all that she endured and yet was such a happy person when I met her. Almost everyone that knew her called her "Mom"; I think because she treated everyone like her own kids, but mostly because they all wished she was their mom. I think she was the least judgemental person I have ever met, which doesn't mean she always agreed with your decision but that she had a knack for telling you so while also respecting your feelings. If my kids love me half as much as her kids loved her, I will be a very happy person.

Happy Birthday, Mom! I love you.