Sometimes I'm a bad daughter
Last year alone I forgot my mom's birthday (which is the day after my wedding anniversary), my dad's birthday, their anniversary, my sister's day of birth and countless other odds and ends that didn't require me to RSVP an invite (and I probably missed a few of those). Sue me. I'm not that kind of person I guess. I mean--I call you right (most of the time)?
Today, it was an exception. It's my parent's wedding anniversary and I prepared. Last week I put an appointment in my calendar to call them. To send a card. And to do all the things a good daughter should. And guess what? I delivered.
Only there's one problem. The card didn't arrive yet (5 days and counting) and the phone call ended with a cheery voice mail.
So, Mom... Dad, if you're reading. I love you. Happy Anniversary. Boy I'm glad you decided to get married. Because now I'm here. And you're still together. Love you both.




