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In exactly one month from today, I will be thirty. The Big Three-Oh(mg)!

And in honor of my birthday month I thought I'd take you back into year of 1981, just before ma brought me into the world. Sit back and listen.

When my mom was pregnant with me, she was 22. She was a new bride and I was her first child. She and my dad met through their siblings Bill and Henrietta. Mom was a cheerleader, Dad was a football play - for different schools. They dated others before each other, but when they got together, they almost immediately settled down.

One fateful day, my pregnant mom went to do her laundry downstairs from their apartment. Dad was at work or something, and she was folding clothes, six months pregnant and a little uncomfortable. A woman - with a long blonde ponytail - about my own Mom's age walked in with her laundry basket. She had a backpack and attended some nearby college. Two opposing lawns of green grass that neither would know of at the time. They never spoke. But as the girl left, while Mom still folded her laundry, she noticed the back of the softball jersey she wore and thought, "oh how cute is that name."

In the laundry room, that Spring afternoon, my Mom got inspired by the name off the back of a softball jersey from a woman she or I will never know. Life is weird like that, isn't it?
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