My Story- Again

They knew what color hair I had before my Dad and Aunt could talk my Mom into going to the hospital for my birth. Mom had to practically stand up in the car. Yikes.
As they wheeled my Mom down the hallway to the delivery room, the Doctor who was running along side shouted to my Dad, "It's a girl!"
There was no doctor bill for the delivery since the doctor said that he was hardly needed.
My Mom has told me that story every year on the day I was born.
Today she gave me the gift of the story again.
It's my story.
Or at least the first chapter. :)

P.S. Wasn't it nice that the firemen put up a warning when they heard how many candles were being put on my birthday cake? They even put a ribbon on it :)
( I admit that I took this photo on Saturday near the cabin while thinking of today.)