45 Years old!

 Today I celebrate my 45th birthday.  Pretty good for a spitfire that wasn't suppose to live to see her first birthday.  I have lived a good life and been through a lot.  I have the physical and emotion scars to show it.

I have loved and been loved.  I have raised three extraordinary children. I have been all over the world and experienced some pretty amazing things.  I have been raised in the best family that raised me with love, acceptance and taught me how to love and to always be kind.  I have failed miserably at times, especially in parenting.  But I think my kids still turned out pretty good.  I have been married to an amazing man for over two decades that has put up with wild me, depressed me, happy me, hot tempered me. I have added a truly amazing daughter to my life via marriage to my son.   I have become a grandma and been given the most amazing granddaughter by that daughter and son.

I of course don't want to die during surgery, but I know if I do, I will be okay.  I have lived a great life.  I am so grateful for these 45 years.  I am so grateful for the people that prayed, and fought for me to survive even when the most gifted heart surgeons didn't have faith.

This life has been and is good.

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