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At this time of night on August 20th many years ago, I was pacing the floor nervously. Something didn’t seem quite right but I couldn’t really put a finger on it. I wasn’t feeling bad, just odd. Different. I was 9 months pregnant and 2 weeks late but I didn’t put it together… what a ding dong.

By noon the next day, I was in full labor. My father came to pick me up and take me to the hospital. My baby’s daddy was a truck driver and he was on the road. They radio’d him and let him know what was up. All in all, I’d have to say I had a pretty easy go of it all. My labor lasted about 6 hours. That’s it. I had no pain meds, no epidural, no nothing. She was all natural… what a dummy I was eh? I think I figured out I was in labor that morning. Nothing hurt… my contractions were really not bad… until around 4 that afternoon when the doctor decided to break my water for me. Then the pace picked up a lot. Holy cow. (my doctor was from Egypt and couldn’t say my name… he called me Shirley)

When it came time to push, I learned that pushing hurt worse than the contractions. So I didn’t push. I scrunched up my face and assumed the position, grunted, and moaned. But no pushing. Man that hurt… Ashley was born face up… yeoch.

My doctor was beginning to get a tad bit frustrated…

“Shirley, you must push! Like you have to sheet! You must push!”


I am celebrating a person who has blessed my life in ways that I cannot even begin to describe. My daughter, Ashley… today is her birthday. She is 27. What the flip? I don’t understand where the time has gotten to. I really don’t. And she really needs to stop this crap because I refuse to get much older than I am right now!

I made this collage special for her… isn’t that sweet of me? I even used two of her most favorite things ever… PINK and ANIMAL PRINT

she better appreciate it ha (she will)

When I found out I was pregnant with Ashley, I was a child myself. I mean, I was 20 but that’s pretty much a child. I had always said that I didn’t want to have children. I didn’t see myself as a mother. And that’s sort of an important quality to having babies eh? I hadn’t planned on having her… I hadn’t planned on becoming pregnant. But I suppose when my 20 year old fertile self got married and participated in those married person activities… well, stuff happens.

Don’t get me wrong… I would NOT change things at all. In fact, Ashley is my center. She is my soul. She was my purpose for so many years. Then she grew up and moved out. Pft, that was hard!

I deserved it though. You see, I ran away when Ashley was little. She wanted to live with her father, my mind was broken, so I ran away. I saw her when I could, we talked on the phone when she could, we wrote and it was awful. It was the most difficult time of my life. It was hell. But I didn’t know what else to do… I was in no position to care for her.

The most amazing thing to me is that she came back to me. She loved me. She forgave me. Our bond became unbreakable after that. She is my best friend. She is my daughter. She is my soul.

Ashley has grown into a beautiful, amazing person. She is so caring and loving. Ashley is a nurturer…she is a caregiver… she is…

I am so proud of this kid. Did you know that she was on the Relay for Life committee? And she volunteers for other causes. She cooks, she decorates, she takes pictures… she does whatever needs to be done to help people out.

And she is a mother. She has given me 3 of the most precious grandgirls. They are more than I could’ve ever imagined them to be. It has been an amazing ride!

So, my special girl is celebrating her birthday today…

Ashley –

My precious daughter, I love you more than I can ever express to you. My only child… you possess my heart and my soul. I am so incredibly proud of you and the woman you have become.

And I still fully intend to be living with you when I am old and off my rocker. Coach will be there too! Bet you didn’t plan on a package deal all these years we’ve been talking about it! We will be running around naked in your backyard. We will be making all sorts of prank calls, and in general, just making your life very interesting!


Being an adult is like looking both ways before you cross the street and then getting hit by an airplane.

  6 Responses to “A Very Special Day”

  1. A great story! I’d like to see that Doctor push out a sheet the size of a baby! I insist every year in telling Sweet Pea her birth story! Hee hee, Happy Birthday to you and Ashley!

  2. Ahhh, what a great story! Happy Birthday, Ashley! And happy special day to you, too, Shirley. “Don’t call me Shirley!”

  3. Such a beautiful girl – like her beautiful mama. I love that she and you forgave you and forged that important bond. Happy Birthday to your baby girl, and happy birthing day to you.

    • i am so thankful each day that we were able to move into the relationship we have. and it didn’t take any time at all. it was immediate. she is something else… and yes, she is very beautiful!

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