On December 1, 1990, my parents made an early trip to the hospital to delivery yours truly into this beautiful world. Originally, I was supposed to be born on Christmas Eve and then the 14th (in case you're keeping score at home), but I ultimately decided against it and felt that it would be best if I was out and about for my first Christmas season.
On the day of my arrival, I decided to hold things off until the late-evening/early-morning. Thats right, Midnight. So, my parents were able to choose my birthday. December 1st or December 2nd. Ultimately, they chose the 2nd, mainly because my cousin was born on the 1st and my aunt was born on the 3rd (and they obviously didn't want me stealing my cousin's thunder). However, I can't help but wonder if everything would have been different if I was born on the 1st, but that's mainly because I wish I could meet another me from an alternate universe.
Looking back on it though, I thank my lucky stars every night that I share my birthday with someone like the incredibly respected and non-controversial musical phenom Britney Spears.
best day of my life.
ReplyDeleteBefore now I never really thought about how incomplete my life was for 58 days. I'm glad I didn't have to wait 11 more.
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