September 25th, 1994, Mom was enjoying her birthday by having lunch with a friend. A day later at 12:56 PM, I was born. So, yes, I was Mom's special birthday present.
Mom and I had lovely birthdays earlier this week on Sunday and Monday, respectively. As is tradition, the night before Mom's birthday I carefully set three different alarm clocks to be absolutely sure that I would wake up early enough to cook Mom's breakfast-in-bed. This year I decided to be slightly adventurous and made apple-filled crepes with lots of powdered sugar.
Deciding to outdo me, Mom cooked a beautiful breakfast for me on Monday~ Caramel Pecan French Toast. Oh. My. Word. It was one of the most delicious things I have ever eaten. Monday evening Dad had to take the boys to a Boy Scout award ceremony. Usually I try to go to these, but Mom didn't want to put me through it on my birthday, sooo, she and I went out for dinner and a movie. Noah and Andrew were the sweetest they could possibly be and gave us an Olive Garden gift card for our birthdays, so that's where we went. We both love Italian and had a wonderful time.
Only 361 days till my next birthday.
~Hannah Grace
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