"The Prayer" - Andrea Bocelli

Probably. not. a great idea to do a post on my Birthday Eve [yes, it too is real holiday] while being all emotionally stupid.

But after my prayers tonight I just couldn't stop crying.  Emotions have been high over the last 12-ish days.  However, I loved kneeling there pondering about how happy I am to be here.  yep. to. be. here.

To live on this earth at this time.

I'm thankful to parents who brought me into this world.  They already had four children before me . . . . I'm eternally grateful they found a "need" for little ole' Emz. 

[Thank you Saturday's Warrior"]

Trust me, their lives would have been a lot easier without me.

but.......
i
love
my
birthday.

I love birthday's full-stop.

Birthday's equalled:

family time
fabulous food
fine china
fabric napkins
cakes in faces
&
"all the monkey's in the zoo [who] send their best regards to you."

And I've always had a little thing about holding the cake.

always have.

Heck, yes, I can  not be trusted.

I'm. a. freaking. birthday. girl.

Everyone who knows me knows this not-so secret fact too.  What?  ;)

I crawled into my bed.  reached for my phone [one last check, right?!] to find an email from MY brother.  meant the world to me.

really.

then the tears came again. [non-shock].

This post will make zero sense to 98% of you [I apologize in advance]. 

It's the little things with me.

And my brother . . . . . he nailed it.

I love you. MGE.

And a smallish-huge -- -- thanks mom and dad for taking a chance on "just one more"