Birthdays are a funny thing.. you do nothing but pop-up into this world and then you get a party for it the same day every year. But you really didn't have to do anything.
The person I'd like to give a toast to on my day is my mom. Ya, my dad was part of it.. but I didn't torture his body for 9 months, just his psyche for 18 years!
I like to thank my mom for my day, because I did a number on her. I stretched her tight little body into a balloon, wreaked havoc on her privates the day of delivery and then, after I was weaned off to the bottle, her poor breasts were never quite the same! LOL
My mom (just like yours) put her body through a ton of pain and torture... and she still loves me. For that, the one person I *always* make sure to call on my birthday is my mom. There is no way I can make up for what I did to her other than to try to make her proud.
So, on your birthday... remember you mom. She deserves it.
