Thirty five years ago today I woke up needing to go to the hospital. The story is a funny one but I'll spare you that. The story is also a sad one and I'll spare you that. Bittersweet things can often bring you big blessings. Thirty five years ago today Ed carried me to Jackson [in less than an hour] and left me with my parents [after passing my dad standing under "No Name" bridge in Byram] at the old Baptist Hospital. I gave birth to Jennifer before he had time to get back home to be with his mother. He and Carol Boteler Waid named her and she was born with a broken arm. Her whole life has been that kind of whirlwind. She is in constant motion all the time. She has a wonderful husband, four terrific boys and a good life. My prayer for her is that she can enjoy what she has now and always. Happy Birthday, dear daughter. I love you very much. Mom
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