I've been having a hard time with the whole age thing since around age
7. I'm serious, ask my Mom. On the eve on January 14th, every
year, since I can remember, my Mom tells me the story of my birth. It's
one of my favorite stories, not just because it's about me (although
that's part of it) but because I can just picture every detail. And
because it's a great story, if I do say so myself.
was starting, I realized I don't have it written down anywhere. So what
better way to record it, then on my very own blog. I know this might be a little odd, but today I wanted to tell you my own birthday story.