A Day Wherein…..

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Always and without fail, every year on my birthday 

I would phone my Mother to thank her for giving birth to me. 

This morning, my first thought upon waking being my usual 

thank you.

My next thought was of Mom. 

And then I spoke my morning prayers. 

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This day was perfect. 

Perfectly wonderful. 

I simply let everything go, no trying to control anything or have any expectations, 

and the day was just as I would have had it. 

It's a good life. 

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