Letter Never SentTell me when to go.

Today is my birthday. My father actually called me two days before to make plans to come up for dinner, which is highly unusual but encouraging. My mother called me this morning with her traditional birthday greeting which starts out with her singing the Beatles’ “They Say It’s Your Birthday” over the telephone. Then she starts telling me about the day I was born, how she broke her water at 11am and how I popped out at 3:30pm in a hurry, as usual. I’ve heard this story many times throughout my life and I actually look forward to it. It’s a comforting and familiar tradition. Often times, they would describe how they first saw me, “then the nurse brought me a little spider monkey, all arms and legs.” And they always talk about how proud they were. It’s the kind of tradition I’d like to share with my own children; waking them with obnoxious singing and describing the day of their birth.

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