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Another Welcome and the Best Birthday Gift Ever

For the second time in a week, my vibrating phone has woken me.

Those of you who know me, know that I like my sleep and I'm not a great one to wake up. And yes, stop drooling that on Saturdays and Sundays and MY BIRTHDAY I am probably still sleeping at 9am. The perks of being childless and not training for a half marathon.

So when the vibration started this morning, this the day of my 34th birthday, I was seriously hoping someone had just done the math wrong with timezones and would quickly hang up.

Then I looked who it was. "Mom" flashed back at me. Mom. Can you ever not answer the phone when your mom is calling?

It was for my birthday wishes, I figured, and yes also figured she hadn't got the math right.

Until, well, until she had other great news.

Other great news???? WHAT???

My sister H had gone into labour 7 hours earlier and I was going to have a niece born on my birthday.

Now that was news worth waking up for.

We giddily spoke about our excitement and then signed off as I started my birthday with the best news I could have imagined. Within 20 minutes, I got another call to say my sister H had welcomed her little girl into the world. I was so glad I spent over an hour on the phone with her the day before just chatting and now, she's a mother of two.

Welcome to the world HJD. You are the first granddaughter to join our growing family and have a lot of older boys to take care of you when you turn 16. And I can't imagine a better birthday gift.

Can't wait to meet you. And spoil you.

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