The youngest of my sister's children was born on my husband's birthday. This made it easier for a forgetful aunt to remember the day -- although I haven't always. Now she is all grown up, a single mom, struggling in the world to make a place for heself and her two lively, young daughters.
I am extremely proud of this young woman. Heather has grown through some outrageous stages that her mother and I despaired of her surviving, let alone the two of us. But she is much the better for the growth and the experience. Her life is still a struggle but when I visit I am uplifted by her spirit and her determination.
Here's to you, Heather. And may you have many, many more.
