Today is august 29 2012 My birthday. A few thoughts dance behind my lashes. How it must have been for my mother to carry me and how I haven't seen her in just a year. I think if she knows that while I thank her for what she did what she did just for me, that my lips trip over calling her "mom". I love her but I hate all that she's put me through. How many birthdays, christmases, just ordinary days even that she wasn't "there" or caused me to cry because she was. I do remember one birthday we stayed up together counting down till 1:17 in the morning. It's a happy memory for me. Of course later the same birthday the power went out and I almost