Being born is no picnic. I can attest to that because a year ago, I experienced a miraculous new birth day. I guess it was technically a virgin birth, too, but forgive me if I don't wade into theological waters.
On September 7, 2007, two bags of baby stem cells were infused into my bloodstream. Those cells did their job apparently, and here I still am. Believe me, a year ago today, I was barely existing. Today, I went for a 3-mile run, had breakfast with family and friends, and continued planting in my front garden, which is really just playing in the dirt, something my one-year old self naturally enjoys. Last night, my husband and friends threw a surprise party for me, complete with cake and a candle. I think there was supposed to be a ballon, but I've yet to receive it. Perhaps they realized it could be a choking hazard.
As grateful as I am to be here celebrating one year as a mixed-blood person, I think about two dear friends who've walked down the path I'm on: Ann, who had her own rebirthday yesterday, and Leah, who won't celebrate her rebirthday but joins me on mine.