Coulda Woulda Shoulda

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 excite...

My lovely sister C went into labour in the wee hour of Saturday morning, 2 hours before she was headed into the hospital to have labour induced. Nature works in mysterious ways. The expansion of our family tickles me to no end. What was more touching and inspiring was seeing pictures of her 2 and a half year old meet his little brother for the first time. Since I am also 2 and half years older then my sister, the momentousness of this moment is not lost on me. There was a time when my mother, sat on a hospital bed and introduced me to someone that solidfied that I would never be alone again. And I saw that moment today in that picture of my sister introducing her new little boy, LDC, born just before 10am EST on Saturday morning, to her first born MGC, who couldn't stop saying 'I want to hold him'. You're a lucky little boy, LDC. I can't wait to meet you.

During the first half of April, I had this terrible dream that my little sister C died. I sometimes have these dreams, as I'm sure everyone does about a loved one, that feels so real and intense in the moment, the first thing you want to do when you wake up is actually just give that person a great big hug. When I woke up, I remembered another dream I had had one time about my brother R, dying. It was C that had said to me: "Well, when someone dies in your dream it means that their going to start a new chapter, have some exciting, some new, happen to them. Essentially, they life will change so much it will become a 'new life'." So it's no surprise that I thought of this after the dream I had about her. Later that week, I heard that she had recieved very sad news about her best friend's father passing away. I knew this would affect her very much, as she has been close with the whole family for many years. Strangely, I came back to my dream, thinking that pe...