August 3rd

If I look back at my life (all that I can remember anyway, because for one reason or another... drugs, mental illness, whatever, there are huge, huge, chunks of my memory missing) these would be some of my favorite memories:

Breakfast flights on Sunday mornings with my dad. He and a bunch of his buddies would each fly their own plane somewhere to have breakfast and hang out for awhile and fly back to my dad's airport. Every now and then he'd take my sister and I with him. My sister and I hung out a lot at the airport growing up, 'helping' out, gassing planes and cleaning up, so all the men knew us pretty well. None of the men ever took their kids, my dad was the only one. It made us feel pretty special.

Watching shows like The Twilight Zone and The Outer Limits when I was little, with my cousins, at my Grandma Plummer's house late at night while the adults played cards in another room. We'd keep the lights off, sit all close together with our bedding on the floor, and make fun of each other when we'd scream.

Being the 'birthing coach' for my sister when she had my niece, Brooke. One of the most precious moments in my life.

All the years I bartended.

Challenging God to prove Himself real to me in 1982, and Him doing so.

Telling Mark I was pregnant with Casey.

The year I worked in the school cafeteria with Katy and Carol. Every day was more fun than the day before, thanks to Katy and Carol. We sang to the kids, we danced in the cafeteria and we became best friends. We were not your typical lunch ladies. I'd not trade that year for anything.

One of the last trips I made to Indiana before my dad died.

Every minute I've spent with my boys.

So far it's been a great life. Looking back, there are a few changes I'd make here and there...but if there was an iota of a chance that any of those changes would change any of the things I've mentioned here...then no, I'd not change a thing.

Friday is my birthday and it's gonna be a great year!