Monday, March 13, 2017
happy birthday dear daughter...
Today I give thanks to God for the birth of my daughter and her powerful and loving life. Thirty eight years ago, after a San Francisco supper of cheese enchiladas and guacamole, she was born right on time. Two earth-mother midwives assisted us. And as she was entering the world, her sister, our pastor and his spouse arrived at the apartment from a baby shower thrown by our small Haight-Ashbury congregation. After our awe and gratitude, she nursed and went right to sleep. She brings blessings wherever she journeys and that makes today holy. Happy birthday dear daughter...
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