I believe there is no coincidence my mom's birthday falls on Guy Fawkes day. A yearly reminder of a revolutionary. A spark to the beginning of November. An introduction to the fiery evenings ahead in the upcoming dark and wintery bliss. I know Mom has conflicted views of her birthday. I can't help but think she feels it's more a burden to celebrate. Secretly, I think she would be just as happy not having a production around her birthday, but is also elated when family friends gather around her. Either way, I feel lucky that this is the woman who birthed me and in a short list of amazing things... who also rioted in the streets for the freedom of others when it still seemed to make a difference, fought for the rights of woman battling deadbeat dads in the late eighties, and who on a daily basis, unfailingly sheds her love, wisdom and light on the family that surrounds her.
Can't wait to dance around the living room with you tonight!
